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...

YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK

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

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

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!!!

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

1. 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)
2. they were there today when I left
3. lay off the shots and you would know the first two points

ANYWHO...this is sort of like middle school...

Things will "regularly" work themselves out!!!!

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

Pranks

The holidays are a slow time for us!!!

And by slow I mean that 80,000 people leave this college town and our business leaves with it.

On nights I would normally need 3 people at my front door and 6 people in my kitchen...we run with 1 and 4...

SLOW

So what do you do when you are bored...you entertain yourself.

So that is exactly what we did.

Once I cut Jerry Mae we sat man'd a phone and got at it.

Our first victim was Dallas. He answered the phone, but not how we liked...so we yelled what we were supposed to say to him. And hung up...

the we called back until we got the greet we wanted.

Our next victim was Jurrow. Jerry Mae ordered some chicken strips from her...and insisted that she not put any of that WEAK ASS HONEY MUSTARD...this was all imprmptu so when I heard that I almost peed myself...I had to cover my mouth and my head to keep from bursting.

At this point we had an audience...Jurrow, Dallas, Jerry Mae, and myself.

We decided to prank another restaurant.

We called there and ordered a menu item that only we sell.

The boy on the other end explained that we would have to go to us to get that...but Jerry Mae explained that he was too drunk to go there...that he could only walk to that restaurant.

The guy apologized...being that they just didn't serve that kind of food.

Jerry Mae then suggested that he would have to enlist illegal drugs to aid his sobriety so that he could drive.

As they ended their conversation Jerry Mae suggested that they add the item to their menu...the boy on the other end of the phone had no idea that it was a prank...and he suggested that they add the illegal drug to the menu...

WOW