Tales from the kitchen
* She’s an older lady who sits at the bar, chain smoking and reading paperbacks for the better part of the day. She’s either got coffee or a beer in front of her at all times. Her daughter and grandkids moved in with her and she spends most of her days at The Restaurant avoiding them. We share a love of thrillers and exchanged books this afternoon. That gal is a pistol.
* He’s old as dirt and impossible to please. He’s a millionaire and doesn’t tip for shit. We fight amongst ourselves to see who’s going to wait on him. So far, I’ve never lost.
* We don’t spit in your food. EVER.
* We do, however, talk shit about you. A LOT.
* When you treat us well, we remember you and will go out of our way to make you happy.
* When you disrespect us, we sometimes cry in the kitchen.
* That coffee? It’s not fresh. We just microwaved it to make it hot. It’s from 8 hours ago.
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So, yeah. Remember how I said I was going to tell you all kinds of stuff about BlogHer? Well, screw it. There are so many posts out there about the experience and if you really wanna know something that you haven’t heard about, just email me.
Let me just say that Shelly Overlook, Spuddy Buddy, Becky and TNG are so awesome it makes my teeth ache. I mean seriously, seriously awesome. Think of the most awesome thing you can think of. Ok, now multiply that by 47. THAT’S how awesome they are.
Moving on… I had my orientation at The Restaurant on Wednesday and HOLY SHIT. Being a server is way harder than it looks, people. Also, I’m the oldest server there. I’m Grandma Waitress, for cryn’n out loud. Anyhow, I’m training again tomorrow and Sunday and then Tuesday. After that, I’ll be a real, live waitress. SQUEE! I sure hope I don’t fail miserably at it. Oh well. If nothing else there’ll ample blog fodder, right? Oh, you’d better believe I checked the handbook for prohibitions on tattoos and blog posting. Not one. single. word. about it. Take that, old Workplace with your batshit crazy manangers!
P.S. If I’m still alive after working this weekend, I plan to post about my (belated) one year post gastric bypass shenanigans. Shenanigans, people. You know you don’t want to miss that.
P.P.S. I also need to tell you about my BlogHer/Dawn Grace tattoo and the excruiating pain I endured. And the GORGEOUS tattoo for which I endured said pain.
P.P.P.S. Nah, I don’t really have another one. I just wanted to type “P.P.P.S.”
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