Thursday, May 3, 2007

   Quick little update, ja? ((It's not really quick...this is kinda long but funny))
Okay, so I just thought I'd let everyone know I'm not dead. I'm quite alive as you can see :)

Anywho, has someone ever tried to make you feel really bad about yourself, but then messed something up and made you feel so much better than them?

That totally happened at work the other day.

Here's the story (asterisks represent my manager's name, okay?):

I am busy serving a nine-top table (nine people at the table). A woman on the other side of the restaurant waves me over, so I gave her the, "One minute, please," sign.

I finished what I was doing at the nine-top and went to her table. I guess she wanted to complain. She asked for a manager and I sent him over. She threatened to take her complaints to corporate because she had been sitting at her table for a very long time and no one came to take her order.

This is not true. She was asked if someone was taking care of her and she said yes.

So she asks for the manager's name and he says to her, "My name's *****."

So she asks, "What's your last name?"

And he responds with, "You don't need to know my last name. My name's ***** and that's all you need to know." She then said that she was taking it to corporate. So she finally got her order settled and her food was okay. She was checked on several times.

She complained about everything, and she started saying things and tearing me down. I was actually almost in tears by the time she was done with me.

She left, but before she walked out the door, she asked my name. I told her my name, and she nodded and walked out the door.

I went to bus the table, and in the middle of all the clutter, resting on top was their bill, and on the top was written, "Tip," with an arrow drawn pointing to the edge of the paper.

I flipped the paper over.

On the other side it said, "heres your tip ive been werking at Perkins for over ate years now and the sirvers there are much better then here my tip for you is to hire better sirvers. the sirvece here sucks this is all you get and im not giving you money"

*cough*

So...even though she kept complaining, and even though she tore me down, I got a laugh out of her pathetic "tip." I also tend to think that maybe, just maybe if she'd really worked as a "sirver" for "ate" years, she might actually know how busy Sunday mornings are, you know? Especially if she "werked" at Perkin's.

Oh well.

I freaking hate people.
But I can't get over the "tip" lmao
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