There is this really old saying...
You can't judge a book by it's cover
There are times that this saying stands true. The following also stands true...
You can judge a hood bitch by the tattoo on her neck.
This white trash hood rat was oooozing with hood fabulousness.
When her and her fubu wearing boyfriend walked in, I knew that my preconceived notions were accurate as I smiled at her and she looked at me sideways in return.
She sat at Brien's table.
Brien is a SMALL girl...probably a size 00, about 5' 9"...a sweet little ginger
They ordered an appetizer that had chicken strips on it.
The chicken strips were not cooked the way she wanted them, they were "rubbery"
ok, fair enough...we will make you some more.
So she dropped off some more chicken strips.
Hoodiqua didn't like those either. So we started some more.
Brien then let me know that she wanted to see me...so I was on my way when I was told that someone needed me in the bar on the fly...
So I flew on...and what do you know...Hoodiqua met me at the bar with her man.
When I walked into the bar area she asked me if I was the manager. I told her I was...and could see clear through the gap in her teeth to her tonsils...
She started to tell me about her issues with,
(warning this is going to get R rated)
"I on't know whut the fuck that hoe's prolum is tuday. She wa rude. Real rude. Ma chicken wa crusty, rubbery, and not gud."
She had all the adjectives...
"When I tol her they wuz nasty she brot me mo, but they wuz nasty too. And she wa still rude. That ain't right. Im a ignant bitch and I'll woop that hoe's ass. I need to pay my lil ol bill so I can leave this mutha fucka."
So since she was a self proclaimed ignorant bitch, I was just going to oblidge her and get her out of there.
I told her to give me a second to get her bill.
BT came over to get me to do something for her...and I guess that she didn't notice that I was busy. I asked her to get Brien and keep her in the back. She asked me again to do what ever it was that she needed...so I turned to her again and screamed. GO GET BRIEN AND KEEP HER IN THE BACK NOW.
I couldn't have this 200 lbs + chick beating up my 90 lbs'er
I was getting her check and still able to hear her run her ignorant mouth about how much she wanted to beat up Brien.
I let them pay...and saw them out...
She then represented her set...
She yelled on her way out...I'm out this bitch...I'm going back to Austin
AWESOME!!!
And Charlse knocks Madisonville...
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
You People Make me SICK
Well not really. I was sick from the jump...but these assholes didn't make me feel any better!
BB came and got me to let me know that his table was angry about his over cooked steak. He ordered MR and got it W.
MR = Medium Rare
W = Well Done
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T SPEAK RESTAURANT
I got to the table and the Ribeye that was sitting on the table was cooked well done.
I started the LAST method with the man at the table...and he smirked a smile and nodded his head...I could not tell if he was just an ASSHOLE or if he was wasted and didn't want the last 4th of the steak that was left.
He just kept repeating...I couldn't do it.
I brushed him off...comp'd the steak...
but the strangest thing...the steak I had to comp was a SIRLOIN...I just apologized over a Ribeye.
Hmmmmmm...does BB not know the difference...
and where is the other steak...
JUST AT THAT MOMENT...
Betty let me know that a mean old man was pissed about his steak...
He ordered a Well done steak and his was bleeding...
So I finished her sentence asking if it was a sirloin...but he ordered a Ribeye...here we go again
I walked up to the table with an apology in hand...but this old fart wasn't hearing it.
He started telling me about the steak that was cooked wrong...
I told him about the mix up...and assured him that the correct steak was coming very soon
he reiterated that the mashed potatoes we gave him were the wrong kind...THAT IS WHAT I JUST GOT DONE TELLING HIM...GRRRRR...then he shoo'd me along...
The best part about this old red, shiny faced man was the cracked red pepper that he brought with him to season his steak...and that is all I have to say about that...GHETTO
I brought the steak back out to this guy...and sat it in front of him...
I asked if it was better this time...his response...
LOOK, YOU GOT SOMETHING RIGHT FOR ONCE
I bit my tongue and walked away...
After he had been so rude I didn't think the other guys were that bad at all
But as for the server who doesn't know the difference between a sirloin and a ribeye...
BB came and got me to let me know that his table was angry about his over cooked steak. He ordered MR and got it W.
MR = Medium Rare
W = Well Done
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T SPEAK RESTAURANT
I got to the table and the Ribeye that was sitting on the table was cooked well done.
I started the LAST method with the man at the table...and he smirked a smile and nodded his head...I could not tell if he was just an ASSHOLE or if he was wasted and didn't want the last 4th of the steak that was left.
He just kept repeating...I couldn't do it.
I brushed him off...comp'd the steak...
but the strangest thing...the steak I had to comp was a SIRLOIN...I just apologized over a Ribeye.
Hmmmmmm...does BB not know the difference...
and where is the other steak...
JUST AT THAT MOMENT...
Betty let me know that a mean old man was pissed about his steak...
He ordered a Well done steak and his was bleeding...
So I finished her sentence asking if it was a sirloin...but he ordered a Ribeye...here we go again
I walked up to the table with an apology in hand...but this old fart wasn't hearing it.
He started telling me about the steak that was cooked wrong...
I told him about the mix up...and assured him that the correct steak was coming very soon
he reiterated that the mashed potatoes we gave him were the wrong kind...THAT IS WHAT I JUST GOT DONE TELLING HIM...GRRRRR...then he shoo'd me along...
The best part about this old red, shiny faced man was the cracked red pepper that he brought with him to season his steak...and that is all I have to say about that...GHETTO
I brought the steak back out to this guy...and sat it in front of him...
I asked if it was better this time...his response...
LOOK, YOU GOT SOMETHING RIGHT FOR ONCE
I bit my tongue and walked away...
After he had been so rude I didn't think the other guys were that bad at all
But as for the server who doesn't know the difference between a sirloin and a ribeye...
YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Don't Inturrupt...RUDE
I was at work today...doing my thang...
Clancy came to me to vent...he is usually the first one to let me know when someone is being a jerk.
Someone walked up to Menn's table to ask them to leave.
They seriously walked up to a table and said, "They are going to split us up if you don't hurry and leave, so we can sit there. So will you?"
The table responded telling them they paid already but were enjoying conversation...
The BOLD asshole then asked them if they thought they could enjoy conversations in the bar or outside.
I was told this after the assholes were sitting...they really ran someone off...
In my mind I walked over and gave them the worst service EVER...but in reality this damn recession enables me to fake a smile and serve them any how...
Menn retrieves the drink orders from around the table when she gets to the end...and the guy mumbles off some Jibberish that makes NO sense to anyone...
His buddy clarifies that he speaks another language and only HE can understand him...he was the interpreter. IDIOTS
In disbelief of the maturity level of these twenty something college goofs...I continued my night of DEEP CLEANING...boss man is coming through!!!
With that being said...check out this YOU TUBE clip...HILARIOUS
Clancy came to me to vent...he is usually the first one to let me know when someone is being a jerk.
Someone walked up to Menn's table to ask them to leave.
They seriously walked up to a table and said, "They are going to split us up if you don't hurry and leave, so we can sit there. So will you?"
The table responded telling them they paid already but were enjoying conversation...
The BOLD asshole then asked them if they thought they could enjoy conversations in the bar or outside.
I was told this after the assholes were sitting...they really ran someone off...
In my mind I walked over and gave them the worst service EVER...but in reality this damn recession enables me to fake a smile and serve them any how...
Menn retrieves the drink orders from around the table when she gets to the end...and the guy mumbles off some Jibberish that makes NO sense to anyone...
His buddy clarifies that he speaks another language and only HE can understand him...he was the interpreter. IDIOTS
In disbelief of the maturity level of these twenty something college goofs...I continued my night of DEEP CLEANING...boss man is coming through!!!
With that being said...check out this YOU TUBE clip...HILARIOUS
Monday, February 2, 2009
Crack Heads
I'm from a small town...a small town that is not so normal...
a small town where you know the crack heads by name...Daddy O is my favorite...
my point is that crack heads don't phase me...I am aware...but not afraid...and able to point them out in a crowd...I have a decent drug-dar...
ok, ask Capitol...I have an excellent drug-dar!!!
One night I was working and a man came in the togo door and asked to speak to the manager...I went over there and he starts to tell me his story (crackheads ALWAYS have this heart wrenching story they want to tell you bc they think you care.)
He knew what to say..."his son & him were hungry" He was a "single dad" and they just wanted to eat...mind you there was no son around...but I humored him. He proceeded to tell me that he just started a new job and he would get paid next week...
"Could you find it in your heart to feed us?"
So I gave him a plastic bag...and put his ass to work...I said, "go clean my parking lot...and BRING ME BACK THE BAG so I can see what you got, I'll check the parking lot and then feed you."
DONE DEAL...crack heads are hard workers...when they want something...
So I got a burger ready for him...I made it plain...
He came back with a full bag and I fed him...TOGO...he left...
***He didn't bother to argue with the fact that I gave him ONE burger...he forgot his story that quick
...a week later he came up to our back gate...after close...NO BUENO...
we were cleaning and he asked if he could have some of the left over food...anything I could give him that I was going to throw away
I said, "you should have started your job by now, go to some fast food place...Im not giving you anymore food"
HE LEFT
...a week after that...
(crack heads are PERSISTANT)
we were having a manager meeting so we were all in the building...and his bold ass walked right in the front door...he saw me walk by...he asked to speak to a manager, but clarified that he did not the female one.
Jay Sam went up to the front and sent him away...he left, but didn't go far.
I see him every once in awhile...but he knows I don't buy his story...so he ducks his head and walks right on by.
Oh Crack Heads
a small town where you know the crack heads by name...Daddy O is my favorite...
my point is that crack heads don't phase me...I am aware...but not afraid...and able to point them out in a crowd...I have a decent drug-dar...
ok, ask Capitol...I have an excellent drug-dar!!!
One night I was working and a man came in the togo door and asked to speak to the manager...I went over there and he starts to tell me his story (crackheads ALWAYS have this heart wrenching story they want to tell you bc they think you care.)
He knew what to say..."his son & him were hungry" He was a "single dad" and they just wanted to eat...mind you there was no son around...but I humored him. He proceeded to tell me that he just started a new job and he would get paid next week...
"Could you find it in your heart to feed us?"
So I gave him a plastic bag...and put his ass to work...I said, "go clean my parking lot...and BRING ME BACK THE BAG so I can see what you got, I'll check the parking lot and then feed you."
DONE DEAL...crack heads are hard workers...when they want something...
So I got a burger ready for him...I made it plain...
He came back with a full bag and I fed him...TOGO...he left...
***He didn't bother to argue with the fact that I gave him ONE burger...he forgot his story that quick
...a week later he came up to our back gate...after close...NO BUENO...
we were cleaning and he asked if he could have some of the left over food...anything I could give him that I was going to throw away
I said, "you should have started your job by now, go to some fast food place...Im not giving you anymore food"
HE LEFT
...a week after that...
(crack heads are PERSISTANT)
we were having a manager meeting so we were all in the building...and his bold ass walked right in the front door...he saw me walk by...he asked to speak to a manager, but clarified that he did not the female one.
Jay Sam went up to the front and sent him away...he left, but didn't go far.
I see him every once in awhile...but he knows I don't buy his story...so he ducks his head and walks right on by.
Oh Crack Heads
You MAY not boycott my blog...
I will not allow it.
Yes, I am aware that I have sucked at this...
But I will soon redeem myself!!!
The students have been out of town and not much goes on around here when they are gone.
I am sure that I have stashed some in some corner of my brain...and I will find one...and share!!!
Yes, I am aware that I have sucked at this...
But I will soon redeem myself!!!
The students have been out of town and not much goes on around here when they are gone.
I am sure that I have stashed some in some corner of my brain...and I will find one...and share!!!
Friday, January 9, 2009
Things "Regularly" Work Themselves Out
Many times the things that are the best are also the things that are the worst...
THIS IS NOT ALWAYS TRUE!!!
We have sets of people that sit at our bar and enjoy adult beverages...if they come 5 or 6 times a week...we call them our regulars.
These regulars sometimes get comfortable. By that I mean they become high maintenance...start telling you what to do and how to do it...
We have a new regular...I will call him Hokie...
He is...ummm how would you put this...well...a talker...and he loves to talk to the ladies...but they do not love to talk to him...
He has asked a majority of the girls out on a date.
One day last week another regular...I won't name him, but I will say that he charged up Charles once before...called me to the side and said that he was not going to come anymore bc Hokie got on his nerves...and he wasn't sure how much longer he could be polite
FIRST OF ALL...Charger was never really polite...as a matter of fact his negativity deemed him the "dark cloud" at another establishment.
I laughed it off bc Hokie was harmless to me...
He also told me that Hokie was responsible for running off some other regulars...
I would like to make the following points
Things will "regularly" work themselves out!!!!
THIS IS NOT ALWAYS TRUE!!!
We have sets of people that sit at our bar and enjoy adult beverages...if they come 5 or 6 times a week...we call them our regulars.
These regulars sometimes get comfortable. By that I mean they become high maintenance...start telling you what to do and how to do it...
We have a new regular...I will call him Hokie...
He is...ummm how would you put this...well...a talker...and he loves to talk to the ladies...but they do not love to talk to him...
He has asked a majority of the girls out on a date.
One day last week another regular...I won't name him, but I will say that he charged up Charles once before...called me to the side and said that he was not going to come anymore bc Hokie got on his nerves...and he wasn't sure how much longer he could be polite
FIRST OF ALL...Charger was never really polite...as a matter of fact his negativity deemed him the "dark cloud" at another establishment.
I laughed it off bc Hokie was harmless to me...
He also told me that Hokie was responsible for running off some other regulars...
I would like to make the following points
- the other regular stopped...sorry slowed...coming in bc we charged them for the drinks that they drank...they felt like they were entitled to cheap drinks (we ring them happy hour anywho)
- they were there today when I left
- lay off the shots and you would know the first two points
Things will "regularly" work themselves out!!!!
Monday, January 5, 2009
I wish there were a comp code called...
BITCH
for the lady that ate 3/4's of her burger only to shove the last two bites in my face and tell me that they were not cooked...and she wasn't paying for it...
IDIOT
for the server who does dumb shit...for no reason
LAZY
for the salads they "forgot" to bring out
CHEAP
for the table that insists that the guacamole was part of the menu item description
...and those are the nice names...
jk
for the lady that ate 3/4's of her burger only to shove the last two bites in my face and tell me that they were not cooked...and she wasn't paying for it...
IDIOT
for the server who does dumb shit...for no reason
LAZY
for the salads they "forgot" to bring out
CHEAP
for the table that insists that the guacamole was part of the menu item description
...and those are the nice names...
jk
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