I have found myself avoiding socializing at bars because my arm does this sort of jerking motion like when you hear a song your body wants to dance to but your mind is smart enough to know you can only dance like that when you're blasting music alone in your house.
I sort of cringe when I watch the bartender start making some of our drinks and come back over and us to repeat the order, really, your memory is so bad you can't remember a jack and coke, rum and diet, and captain and sprite and three jager bombs?!??! Ok, maybe I'm being judgemental, but I want to jump across the bar and do it all myself.
Then I find myself getting defensive if someone makes a comment about the service. Like I'm allowed to think that way because I used to work behind the bar, but my friends aren't because "they just don't get it". Hahaha, so as you can see I am being judgemental from all angles and it just doesn't end well.
I've found myself doing other things to pass the time, which has been good to my body. Instead of boozing at a bar and sitting on a stool for the night, I opt to booze on a boat and tube for an hour to work it off, not really, that's just what I like to tell myself. I just discovered tubing and I have been trying to make up for the 25 years of my life that I knew not of this amazing adventure.. I spend as long as I can on the tube, or until the rest of the guys get restless and tired of watching me trail behind the boat. If you haven't tried it, though, you should. I woke up the next morning and felt like I did an hour of pushups and was slightly miserable, but still had a smile plastered on my face from it.
I miss you all. Glad to see you are still enjoying the stories. I am starting up a new blog of quotes I come across .. I'm always scribbling them down and everyone always seems to enjoy my thought-provoking facebook status updates so I want to try it out. I will post a link on here, but they won't be linked because I am going to make it personal/not anonymous. I don't mind if you all know who I am.. but I don't want my friends knowing about this :) I might get myself into trouble with some of former posts.
I want to apologize for the past few weeks as I have been MIA. And I plan on being gone for a few more weeks after this post as well. I haven't been able to read or comment on my favorite blogs in quite some time. But I want to thank those of you who are continuing to comment on the few blogs I have been able to post.
To explain, I have just started a new job and that has taken up quite a bit of time. On top of that my computer broke again so the time I have on the internet is far and few between. What is going to take up my time in the coming weeks is my almost final decision to move in with some co-workers.
I've had to weight heavy options. The bills will be VERY tight, but I want to be living out on my own and with people my own age. It's also with three guys, which will be different since I am a girl and all.
Those are the only two cons. The house is beautiful and it's on the lake. One of the guys owns it so I know it will be kept clean and nice. It's also a good opportunity to meet people and be with people my own age, as I have turned into quite a hermit while living with my parents. Of course I would like to save money, but I think for my own sanity and indpendance I am about to take this leap.
And while it is a big decision, I know that if I don't like the accomodations I can always move back in with my parents. So that is all I have been weighing the last few days. And in attempt to prepare for that move I will not be able to be posting as much.
In good news, I am working on getting a weekend job serving again so soon I will be back in the game and on the blog to vent!
It's my 50th post! Sorry I have been MIA. I have been working on finding a full time job (successful - I start Monday) and my computer with all my future blogs stored on it broke! Again. So, that's my excuse. But I will be doing the best I can in the future to add to this. I am going to be looking for a weekend job at a restaurant soon, I sort of miss the atmosphere. But enough about me!
Recently, I saw a blog from So you want to be a waiter about carry out orders and tipping. (You can find his link on my blog roll.. I'm not sure how to add a link to my posts. The article was about carry out food:
I agree with what he has said.. basically you should tip when you go for carry out.. at least something. I usually tip a little more than ten percent.
Carry out orders are the same as in house orders except that you don't refill their glasses. Really you take their order, put them in at the kitchen, gather the food and sauces together and make the transaction. It takes time, and most people don't like to do this job because they never get tipped out.
I will admit that before I waited tables, I didn't tip on carry out. I can imagine their scowls as I left the restaurant, annoyed that yet another customer came and left without acknowledging their hard work. But I didn't think about the work that went into it.
I'm wondering what other people do. Do you tip out carry out orders, and, if you do, how much on average? And those of you who have worked in a carry out position do you get paid minimum wage or do you get paid similar to other waiters, who rely mostly on tips for their wages. I know at my restaurant the waitresses took care of the carry out along with their other tables.
Please go and read So you want to be a waiter's blog on this topic it is much more articulate than my random rambling. He poses a much better argument than I am able to, so check it out:
I noticed that my link to my other blog has been down for some time. But I found the problem and it's back up and running. So if you have a second stop by and take a look.
I gave it a newish direction and changed it up a little bit.
It's basically about my journey into the post-college world. Right now, I am focusing on finding a full time job. But soon, hopefully, I will be searching for a new car (my first big solo purchase), deciding whether I should rent or own or pay nothing and mooch off my parents for the rest of my life, and how I should juggle all of my bills.
If anyone has any advice or want to see what I've written about thus far (not too much as it's still a baby blog) come see me: http://ohsopersonallife.blogspot.com/
I for one have never gotten so drunk in a bar that I have puked. I have been to my fair share of parties as a teen that ended in my submission to the porcelain god. But by the time I was at the age of bar dwellers I was out of that stage. Since my experience was working at a college bar.. I saw plenty of the puke your guts out drunks.
There were always the ones who tried to hide it by going out to the farthest corner of our deck. And the lucky security guard who found it at the end of the night got the privilege of cleaning it up. There were the ones who actually make it to the bathroom. And then there's my favorite story:
We have one manager that is female. She is pretty tough, which is why she was promoted. Well, one night she was standing at the end of the bar with a security guard. And some guy casually walked past them with his hand covering his mouth. Nobody thought much of it until we saw chunks flying from between his fingers. He was on his way to the men's room which is right next to the bar.. genius designers.. but didn't quite make it.
The security guard is covered in puke and suddenly turns from tough guy to pansy as he makes a pukey face himself. I don't blame him.. I would have gotten sick if someone puked all down my back. So he was sent home. And the manager was left to clean up the wall he puked on.
We have a rule that makes a lot of sense. You puke, you leave- no exceptions. While our female manager is wiping up the puke covered walls someone taps her on her shoulder.
Pukey's friend: He's actually not that drunk. He just isn't feeling well. Do you think he could just stay here with us?
Female Manager: I assume your talking about the guy whose puke I am cleaning up?
Pukey's friend: Well... yeah... um...
Female Manager: No, he's out.
This is my favorite story because of the audacity of pukey's friend to ask the person who is cleaning up puke from the walls and the floor if the person who made this pukefest mess can stay. Also, the security man who practically ran out the door to go home to change and shower probably would have had something to say at pukey's friend's request.
I spent my first New Years -in what seems like a lifetime- on the customer side of the bar. And I spent the first night out -in what seems like a lifetime- at a bar other than the one I worked at. The result was obviously slower service and less people to mingle with.
The martini bar offset slow service with a good attitude, which was refreshing. It's nice to be smiled at and hearing thank you after leaving a tip. I always did those things as a bartender (well not so much the smiling but I was like twenty times busier than this bar was.. but definitely the thank you. No matter how busy I was I always thanked someone for a tip.)
Having less people to mingle with was actually a good thing. At the college bar pretty much every person knows you from you serving them, especially after you've worked there for a few years. You don't have time to enjoy the conversations with the people you've ventured to the bar with. In fact, usually they move on with the rest of your group while your stuck back chatting with a customer. I'm not sure why the customers feel the need to stop you and talk to you. It's like .. I spend enough time dealing with you when I'm at work.. please let me enjoy my night off by talking to the people that I choose to talk to. So, it was nice being able to chat with the group I came with.
After midnight we ventured over to college bar (my previous employer) and I realized why I hate bars. I'm so used to being protected by the the rotting green tile that I forgot what it was like on the other side of a crowded bar. People think that they can touch you as you pass them. People think that they can creepily come up and talk to you like they are your new bff. Without the rotting green square of protection I felt naked and vulnerable. And I didn't like it one bit.