Medal of Honor

I have concluded that while most people are decent there are others out there that are not, they make themselves feel better by belittling others who are providing a service to them. Yep another waitressing horror story folks! Last night I had a gentlemen and his wife tell me that I was naive and stupid! Believe it or not I am at home blogging and not in jail, where I very easily could have ended up after waiting on these two! I was only trying to do my job and be pleasant. The guy asked me if we had Italian pizza, after calming the thoughts that were running through my head, I innocently said that I had watched a special a few years back that told of how the Chinese had invented pasta and pizza as well. You would have thought that I came out and told this guy that his wife was horrid the way he looked at me. Waiters everywhere know this look, it's like I have 9 heads or something. I instantly know this is a mistake to try and add culture to this couple's life, he looks at me baffled and tells me how truly naive I am for believing this. I don't argue I just take the order and walk away. Through the rest of their meal there are snide remarks, upturned noses, and whispering as I walk away from the table. When I ask how they are enjoying their pizza, the woman shakes her head. I ask if there is a problem and she tells me that the cheese doesn't taste right. I ask her what the problem is, is it salty, does it taste like its spoiled, what is it? I know there is nothing wrong with it, I just ate pizza an hour ago for my employee meal, but my job is to accomodate. She can't give me an answer, so I ask if they'd like a new pizza made or perhaps like to order something else. She dismisses me and says no everything is fine. If everything is fine what the fuck are you bitching about, just keep your mouth shut then, of course I only think this I would never actually say it out loud. (well I cant promise that on my last day of having to wait on tables I won't do this). They proceed to consume the entire pizza, so my guess is they were just looking for a free meal, which by the way they did not get. They leave behind their change, $1.23 all for me! One of the women who was sitting at a table across from them comes up to me and tells me that I deserve a medal for putting up with their shit. I thank her and tell her its just par for the course, it happens almost every shift. What really infuriates me the most about the whole situation is that this woman ( who should be ordained a saint in my book) tells my boss how well I did with that table that I do indeed deserve an award and that I handled it marvelously, my boss just snickers and says that yes she got a medal a few days ago. Where is this so called medal? My boss thinks that we are worthless and not deserving of praise and whenever we do get compliments he brushes them aside and refusing to acknowledge us. He doesn't care about the way his customers talk to us or treat us because he treats us the same way. Oh well what can you do? Serving is one of the most thankless jobs you can do. I think everyone should have to do it for just 1 month and see what it truly does entail.

I'd like to thank the little people!

I am dying! Someone not only read my blog but commented (positively) also! I am too thrilled!!! Is this how it starts? Am I destined to be crowned Miss American Blogger? I can see it now, my frilly pink gown sashaying acrosss the stage as I am crowned and sashed! "Oh I'd like to thank the little people who made it all possible... world peace"! Ok so a beauty queen I am not, but just the same excitement courses through me at this early morning hour. Thanks Ron for making my day!

Beverages 101

So here's a tip to all of you restaurant patrons: Don't bring your own beverages to a restaurant. Believe it or not we do have them. Tonite I had two young girls accompany their father for a nice dinner out. Whatever no problem right? Wrong, as I watch the younger of the two girls head toward my section I notice that she is carrying a bottle of perier. Weird I think for a girl her age to have such taste in aqua! Anyways I approach the table and casually point out that we do carry San Peligrino. Needless to say my attempt to get her to order a beverage was denied. To make matters worse not only does this preteen monster crack off the cap, but she also takes a slug from it straight from the bottle like it's a colt 45! I am astonished and horrified. Have some class there sister, where in the hell did you learn that? After I pick my jaw back up from the table top I make my way into the service area to get the other daughter and the father their drinks, which by the way were 2 waters, yea go figure! When people do stupid arrogant things like this you'd better rest assure; we will be talking about you and laughing at your expense in the kitchen. Stories of this girl are now circulating around the male chavanistic kitchen and all I can do is laugh and add insult to injury. I am betting this girl has learned from her much older and wiser wigger boyfriend exactly how to chug beer from a bong while squatting in the woods on a Friday night. "Oops!, daddy I thought we were going to the movies!"

I am so mad at myself! It's only 7 am and already I can tell my mood is shot for the day. As I am leaving my apartment this morning I notice a bright yellow piece of paper on my windshield. I think to myself "what" then I look up, you dumbass you parked in a handicapped space. I've been parked there since Saturday evening, I never left the confines of my apt yesterday so the neighbor must have called the cops to report me. This is the only explanation I can fathom, the cops, I would hope anyways, have much more important things to do than search for illegally parked vehicles in my residential neighborhood. Who knows I could be wrong about that. Anyways I'm exhasperated when I see the amount for my innocent infarction: $245.00, really? Okay so I know what I did was wrong and blah blah blah but come on that's half my rent for a month! WTF! Not much I can do but pay it, but I had to bitch about it.

At my grandmother's 80th birthday party yesterday I got the chance to hold a tiny piece of immortality. After 28 years we finally have a new baby in the family. She is a sweet baby girl and I fell in love with her instantly. I have always loved babies, the way the smell, the softness of their skin, the way to they curl into you and feel so comfortable against your chest. I would like nothing better in the world to get the chance to be a mother. I held that beautiful little girl to my breast and everything felt suddenly better. I want to go about it the "right" way however. I want to find that someone special with whom I will spend the rest of my life with. To my mother's dismay that someone will be a woman. I want to find her and love her and live out our dreams together. I am turning 32 in a few months and I worry that I will never get my chance to have children. If I am lucky enough to find the woman of my dreams I'd want to have a life together before we start a family and I'm afraid that by then my time will have run out. Of course I've thought about doing it alone, finding a donor and just raising a child as a single parent. I don't think that's fair to the child or to myself either. I was fortunate to have 2 adoring parents, and I would want the same for my baby. I hope that I get this chance someday. I will survive of course if it doesn't happen, but I believe that I will always have a spot in my heart that will remain empty. I will always long for a beautiful baby girl to call my own.