Sometimes I don't mind waiting tables - the fast pace, the human interaction, the nonchalant attitude that everyone has, the cold, hard cash that I bring home at the end of the shift - it's all very nice. However, some things are REALLY ANNOYING ABOUT WAITING TABLES.
For example, WHY is the men's room mirror ALWAYS spotty? Why can't men wash their hands like adults instead of chimpanzees? The ladies' room is never like that - maybe a few water spots - but in the men's room it's like they had a water fight EVERY NIGHT. Sigh.
ALSO, I'd like to make a general public service announcement. If any of you EVER are lucky and wealthy enough to own a BLACK American Express card - PLEASE TIP AT LEAST 20%!!! Sheesh. You can call a Lear jet to pick you up after dinner, but you can't add a few more bucks onto the tip? Maybe you got that card by being a cheap-ass, but now that you have it, there are expectations to be met!!! Grumblegrumblegrumble.
Lastly, if you are part of a large party and the wait staff has to add 18% gratuity...don't forget that they added 18%, and it's common courtesy to leave 20%. Sooo, ummmm, do the math.
I just had to get that off my chest. =)
I am pretty grumpy at the moment. I am exhausted from last weekend (we went to a birthday party), I'm still dealing with the fact that my grandfather just died, I have to return money to work when I go to work tonight (apparently they gave me too much tip-out last Friday), paying back school loans, and it's cold and gross outside.
To help with this funk, I'm making a list of things for which I'm thankful:
- friends and family
- our cat
- space heaters
- understanding professors
- LUSH products
- our new alarm system
- bagel bites
That is a very tiny list - but they are the first things that come to mind. So there.
And this post at Decorating Obsessed gave me hope for finding a cheap buffet that we can fix up on the cheap:
Everybody now: OOOOOOHHHH AHHHHHHH. I am totally headed to Goodwill ReStore this week...
But following the blogger at Storybook Ranch, I COULD get it to look like THIS:
I COULD go on about how I want to spray paint the toilet-paper and soap cubbyholes in the bathroom to make them look oil-rubbed bronze, or how I'm going to paint the tile in there so it doesn't look like 1965 exploded... but that's for another day. I REALLY need to get back to studying...congestive heart failure isn't as glam at DIY, but I am in nursing school. Sigh.
