Saturday, June 02, 2001

Stiffers

Ya know, tonight I talked with my boss about tipping. She talked about how one girl said she made $60 last night. (Dang, I should have worked!) We got to talking about tips, and I suggested a mandatory 15% policy on parties of 8 or more. The reason: Those parties habitually stiff us.

Some examples of this:
--My third night there, I got a table of about 15 people, who came in at 8:45 (we close at 9). They ordered on four separate tickets. One couple ordered sirloin steaks (at about $10 apiece), extra stuff on their salads, etc. The others wanted specially prepared salads, kept adding to their orders, etc. I got $9 from that table. That wouldn't be so bad, except the couple with the two sirloins only tipped me $1. No, my service didn't suck. In fact, I think I did pretty well.

--Another time, a prominent member of our community held a party at the restaurant. The restaurant actually CLOSED to accomodate him. There were about 75 people there, and one waitress. The waitress hauled butt the whole time. How much was she tipped TOTAL? $0. Nothing. Nada. The owner even TOLD the guy who held the party beforehand that it was customary to leave 15%. Sad.

--One of my fellow waitresses had a party come from church on Sunday afternoon. There were 17 people in that group. She only got $2 total.

See what I mean? Those big groups are the hardest to deal with--I mean, you give up any other tables so you can serve them. Sigh.

Yes, I know money is tight. It's just as tight for us, too. If you can afford $30 for steaks and salads, you can afford a decent tip. And if not, you need to order something cheaper. I mean, I don't order steaks because I can't afford them. Simple as that.Besides, my stepdad cooks steaks all the time on the grill.

Something else I had noticed is that the people that are most generous with tips are those who are waitresses themselves. Hmm, makes sense. I mean, I know I tip a lot more than I used to.

I guess money is just tight.
My Inner Rock Star

Yesterday I took the test on Emode on "Who is your inner rock star?"

You will never guess who mine was.

Britney Spears.

AAAACCCKKK!

(Hmm....maybe they have a point.....) Now that, my friends, is a scary thought.

Hasta luego! (Yes, I know I said I wouldn't say that anymore, but I like it. Besides, this is MY blogger and I can do what I want. So ::raspberry::!)
Link Schmink

I added some webpages that I read regularly on my sidebar. Cool, huh? I am getting good at this HTML stuff.

(Okay, not really.)

Thursday, May 31, 2001

MeFi Update

Well, some folks started a post in Metatalk regarding people who police the threads. I was mentioned as one of the "victims".

I was prepared to be up in arms, but the posters actually had some good points. I would like to share:
1. MeFi has about 9000 users. Therefore, the server cannot deal with a lot of "garbage." The posts needed to be sensible and make an actual point.
2. Someone mentioned being sick of "me, too" posts. Guilty as charged. As I said, most of the BBS I have freqented accept "random noise" as a way of life. I expected MeFi to be the same way. Not so.
3. Someone else pointed out that my sign-off of "Hasta luego" was getting old. Hmmmm....maybe it is. I just adopted it because it was different. I could have gone with no sign-off at all, but I wanted to stand out. (I stood out all right.)
4. Like I said in my blog a few days ago, I am not a profound person. Far from it, in fact. My thoughts are simple and straightforward.

In conclusion, my decision is to back away a little bit. Contrary to what I said in my previous post, I don't think I am gonna leave. I am, however, going to be more careful about what I say, if it sounds reasonable.
Mefi the Weakest Link. Good-bye

Well, I have officially left Metafilter. I have decided, after long and laborous thought, that I am a. not educated enough, b. not mean enough, and c. too "cutesy" for that forum. Also, my original goal with metafilter (to make new friends) was simply not happening. In fact, I was irritating a lot of people. (Then again, a lot of people were irritating me.) I was being made to feel ridiculous at every turn. I don't need that. I don't want it, either.

So, I have taken Metafilter off my favorites list. I will just keep my opinions on this blogger. And if you don't like the way I sign stuff, then I would apologize, but I am not sorry. This is my blogger, and I can say what I want.

Hasta luego.

Wednesday, May 30, 2001

Profound
You know, I think I just figured out my error on Mefi.

Everytime I go in there, everyone's talking about something profound.

But you see, I am not a profound person. And whenever I try to be profound, I end up mixing up my words. Or I make a joke about it, and offend a few people.

See, I consider myself pretty simple. There are a few things that I like, and a few things that disgust me. Beyond that, I make it a point not to take life too seriously. There are a few exceptions to this, but in general, I have to laugh a few things off. I also like a good, light-hearted joke.

Maybe I am a cheerleader type. Maybe I am a bit misguided. However, I never claimed to be perfect. I am a work in progress. And I have to learn from my own mistakes, and not some "Since I am such a good person, I am gonna help you out by telling you what a low-life, loser moron you are. See how great I am, for telling you that?" advice. That would just annoy the heck out of me, and everyone loses.

So, in conclusion, I think I need to just tell my life how it is--without trying to be profound. That way, my life would be a lot smoother, don't ya think?
Sick of Mefi

I am so sick and tired of people jumping down my throat on Mefi.

Like, I joined in order to make new friends in the blogging world. Turns out I am making more enemies.

One guy, for instance, jumped on me for (heaven forbid) signing my posts! He said, "No one else is doing it!" I replied, "Heaven forbid I do something just because everyone else does. If everyone else swallowed shards of glass, I doubt I would be doing the same."

Another time, I made a facetious (but, I admit, inappropriate) comment toward something or other, and this one person started getting all self-righteous on me. He said that I was a misguided female, and that he was somehow helping me by his hurtful comments. He wasn't. I admit to being wrong about my comment, and I offered my apologies. However, I cannot take people misunderstanding my intentions.

You know, I am sick of being misunderstood. I think I should take a break from Mefi for awhile. I think I need another forum where I can go where people understand my personality.

I'm open to suggestions.

Hasta luego,
Redgie
(That was for the person who told me to stop signing my name. :-P )

Tuesday, May 29, 2001

My Lack of Love Life

Tonight, I went to see Schrek. (BTW--it was a cool movie. But, that's not the point of tonight's article.) When I went in, I saw that every girl in the theater had a boyfriend, except yours truly. Now, this put me in a melancholy mood, because I have not been on a real date since...a really long time.

I have gone on casual dates with some guys. However, the nicest guy I have ever met, I have never met--not in person anyway.

It started four years ago, when I had just graduated high school. I, being a bored person, got addicted to Internet chat rooms. I made friends with this group of people my age. We called ourselves The Group. (Really creative, huh?)

In this Group was a guy named Jake. He and I took a liking to one another almost immediately. He would email me talking about his ex-girlfriend, his adventures with his friends, etc. I told him about my family problems, and stuff like that.

In my mind, he was the exact guy I like to date--athletic, reasonably intellegent, and (I imagined) good-looking. Plus, he was a total sweetheart. He knew how to treat a woman. But I was cautious, knowing what my parents would say to the prospect of me dating an Internet guy.

Well, our friends in the chat room took notice, and started hinting that we should hook up. Well, eventually we established a relationship (or as much of one as possible, considering he lived in Kentucky and I in Oklahoma). We continued to email each other, even as I moved to college.

Then one day he stopped emailing me. I was concerned, and wondered what I had done wrong. One of our friends told me that he had his computer taken away from him. I was saddened.

Then, about a year and a half after he stopped emailing me, I was in a chatroom. Suddenly, his handle popped up on the screen. There he was--alive and well.

Well, we started emailing each other again, and I became hopeful again. Eventually, though, we lost touch. The last time I heard from him was January of 2000. He emailed me telling me how busy he had become, and that he rarely checked his email any more. He ended per his usual departure--by giving me an email kiss.

Somewhere in my real life existance, I pretty much forgotten about him for awhile. Then tonight, I watched that movie, and wondered what he was up to.

Now, maybe I'll never hear from him again. Maybe he's happily married to a wonderful woman. I don't know. I do wish him well, though, and I will never forget him. (Yes, I know exactly how dorky that sounds.)

I just hope I can find a guy like that in real life.

Hasta luego!!

And Jakie, in the off-chance you are reading this, here's tons of ::kisses:: to you. Take care.

Sunday, May 27, 2001

Growl!

My parents are unnerving me. Like tonight, my mom make a perky comment, "It looks like it's gonna storm tonight!" GROWL! She KNOWS I hate storms!

I said, "I hope not." (Thinking, you better change the subject quick.)

She goes, "It looks like it!"

I HATE when she does that! It's like, she's rubbing it in my face. She always does that, too. She and my stepfather both.

Growr!