I had thought about making a big deal about it, then later forgot entirely which is partially a good thing.. but super huge congrats to myself for not waiting a table at Ponderosa in over a year. Words can’t adequately describe how grateful I am that I no longer have to wait tables to make a living. Yeah, maybe I miss some of the people I worked with and some of the regulars, but overall I do not miss it at all. Even though it’s only been a year, I still get excited every day that I don’t have to put those black pants and those black shoes and that stupid Pondo shirt on before I leave the house.
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Alright, I’ve put this off long enough. And frankly I haven’t typed it up yet because I just want to forget about Ponderosa and the whole Michigan experience (well most of it). So here I am, about to just bang this out so I can spit out some memories and then just clear them out of my head. I can’t say that my total experience in Michigan was horrible and what not, but it completely side tracked my path. But all of that doesn’t matter, cause it was part of our path, and that’s why we went there. So with the help of a few friends, I’ve come up with this handy little list of things to “leave” people. ((No, Brent, I don’t actually own anything at Ponderosaâ€“why would i want to?â€“but I think you didn’t understand the whole point of this as I worked on it my last few days at workâ€“so I’ll just take what you said as your last chance to rain on my paradeâ€“yeah, too bad I was wearing a raincoat)).
to Krissy – the T section, a 12 pack, all day-shifts, breakfast shift on the weekends that are actually busy, your 9am server coming in on time western weekend, a man who has a job, someone to shoot the shit with, and some makeup to cover any black eyes in the future
to Deb – a severance check with an early retirement package, unlimited ice or just one of those machines that makes ice so you don’t have to fill it, 168 cups, folded napkins, a closer that actually restocks, open to 4 Monday thru Friday money without actually having to work
to Marvin – my Main Man. A backup dishwasher who’s awesome, sound effects in the dish room, a new person to borrow money from, pictures from Manhattan and Jersey so you can remember home, and a 100 reggae cds
to Jen Sheriden – table 71, 2 football players, eye makeup, a couple black eyes, a cup to puke in, a tucked in shirt, a cigarette break, and stomach medicine to let yourself party on
to Sarah Dumas – that Ice Tea guy who hasn’t come in for a while and used to sit in the booths, one Pat and Gerry table a week, smoking section on Thursday nights, pager number 4, and the recipe for Earth Punch (70% Lemonade, 25% Ice Tea, 5% Fruit Punch)
to Chris Hough – The huffstar, couple long sleeved shirts, staying up all night before a double, and bandanna lady in your section cause she loves you (and Tammy)
to Sherrod – Lebron’s facial expressions, smoking section banquet room closing shift or being a first out, every girl’s number in the whole world
to Steve – an alarm clock, a pint of jack, a pack of gum, a Guitar Hero player 2, and the ability to match shapes
to Greg – a challenging game of NCAA with controllers that actually both work, 4 hours a week, and someone to bus your tables
to Stephenie O’Brien – part time hours and someone to clean up the ice cream area after little kids destroy it
to Caroll – someone new to sing to her and never having to work seafood night on friday
to Courtney – unlimited Mountain Dew refills and all the guy’s phone numbers
to Becky – an hour lunch rest and someone else to do prep and make salads
to Nicole – she wanted a boob job, a new car, and a vacation, but she’ll have to settle for a 2 liter of Diet Coke
to Timmy – a basketball, a coach from the Big East, and some coleslaw
to Amanda – high heels and a silverware roller
to Ashley Hunter – a pregnant angel and a padded mat to fall onto
to Doda – orange section and those guys who call you Do-Da (2 ice teas and 2 pepsis)
to Tony – the pondo myspace page, a deep voice, and the nickname Two-Tone
to Lisa – pager number 5
to Stacey Reid – someone to vent to, a sketchy guy with his hat pulled down at O’Kellys, your college degree so you can be done already, partying down on your birthday, and a e-pail to keep in touch with
to Robby – a night at the bar, a game of pool, tossing the darts, a few rounds of jack and cokes, the Pistons and Chris Webber
to Johnny Beem – a mohawk
to Kris Beem – my replacement, and a bet you’ll never win
to Lindsay – the name Zindsay and a game of air hockey
to Josh Colombini – a winning fantasy team, a tennis match victory, and a Guitar Hero face off
to Chris Colombini – Jordan on expert level
to Josh Ruth – Tim Lincecum, another Barry Bonds home run, and the remote to the TV
to Sara Guzowski – closing shift on a Friday and then opening shift on a Saturday with the ability to know the difference from when I’m joking around and when I’m not
to Steph Meckoff – actually she’s the one who needs the alarm clock, but how about we just don’t schedule you to open on the weekends
to Nic – the venture brothers and a steak re-cook slip with the belief that you actually care
to Nelson – just a job somewhere else so you don’t always have to be at Pondo every day of the week
to Kim – a mop to mop the floor with and another closing shift
to Mack – the right to seat people in your section when you are in a good mood and the opposite when you are in a bad mood
to Andrea – 3 jobs and a skin tone that doesn’t require you to go to the tanning salon to shade
to Jackie Jaxa – a big pile of E-Clubs so you can catch Deb and Krissy
to Travis – day shift hours so you can work with your mom, the Pondo NCAA college file
to Monica – the nickname MONTY and it better freakin’ stick
to Ashley King – a smile even if you hate being told what to do
to Neil – how about a retirement party
to Joe – a ride home, NOT
to May – a chair to sit down in
to Stacy Brown – 50hrs a week and a key to the front door
to Jessica Kroll – you can have purple 12-4 M thru F and the Rolling Stone cover that had Jack Bauer on it that you ripped off my copy without asking
to Jen Martin – kid’s night, somebody to wipe down the buffet area, respect from your employees as a manager
to Jim – hangover medicine, Kenny in your section, bowling tricks, new servers to train, the football team including a poster autographed by the whole team, and a Magglio walk off home run
to Randy – a winning season for the lions, cold soggy fries, a Cotton Eyed Joe Riverdance at the Wayside, and Magic-Balloon-Michael
to Brent – a winning football/basketball team at Mich State, turning Pondo into a club at close, an employee who never complained to you once about what section he got or what hours he got without asking for anything in return, punching in on time and checking the log to reaffirm that, a positive attitude at all times, this list cause apparently you have to actually own something to give it away
to Kelly – an mp3 player with everyone’s favorite songs on it so you can play it at close and be cool and an ice machine that never breaks
to Tammy – a box of lemons, a month long vacation twice a year, a college degree, a spell checker and grammar police, a season pass to Cedar Point and transportation to get there
to the Managers in general – how to respect and appreciate your employees, even if they are just minimum wage replaceable subordinates
to Rich/Darren – resubmitting the survey answers I typed up at home cause I guess I didn’t click the final button at the end and I had some pretty priceless long-winded responses, but in the end I couldn’t care less to even bother
to the Whiteheads – Table 42 for 3 hours on a Friday night and a couple rounds of Diet Pepsi
to Carroll – Table 65, 2 pepsis and a water
to her brother Jim – a hot tea and no service cause you stopped tipping me a long time ago, but I’ll still talk about the Tigers with you
to Pat & Gerry – a pitcher of tea, ketchup, A1, and 2 ribeyes (well and medium well), plus a side of mushrooms, coffee with cream if its breakfast time
to redbird lady – a bowl of lemons and a half cup of water with no ice
to that couple that didn’t like me last summer – a reason to not like me
to the CMU Football Team – Great service for 75 cents a piece. Quit making them run around for you, you’re so needy.
to the corn family – a table to eat off of and 2 extra sides of mushrooms
to bandana lady – Chris as your server and lessons on how to use a bissel. Quit leaving a huge mess and stiffing them every time.
Mt Pleasant/Michigan People
to Todd Rigney – an obscure greatest hits collection from the 80′s and early 90′s and a big ole pile of steaming Ballsagna
to Paula – Thom Kha chicken soup and the recipe and vendor list for it
to Clay – the Tigers actually having a good team for once and apparently a no hitter for Verlander
to Brad – another Grad Student as awesome as Sara
to Peter Mackinlay – biomixers and a party in the loft at the Brass Cafe
to Darren – many late nights mixing it up at the Bird, Heroes, an attempt to get you started with Lost, a sidekick who’s into Politics as much as I am into Sports, a Kirby demonstration, a hook up, Ben Rickle, an apartment so I can come turn the heat up on you when I stay over, a job while Rhylynd is at school, something to do all summer while Rhylynd is at his mothers, some cds for your car, and a place to unwind in Mt Pleasant after dropping the boy off. Thanks for keeping me somewhat sane in Mt P dude! I’ll miss ya!
I leave myself the title of Employee of the Month for any of the months that I worked because it will bother me ’til my grave that they never rewarded me for all of my hard work, dedication, and commitment to excellence that I put into that place.
Til we are officially out of here. Can’t wait. Michigan you are so 2005.
Living on the streets and in storage units is so 2007.
I can’t wait til I
-never have to wait on a CMU football player again
-never have to wait tables again
-never have to work for tips again
-never have the option of going to Rubbles again (ban temporarily lifted for Thursday to see Chris’s band play)
-have trees in my yard (that’d be nice)
-move out of Michigan
-move back to NY
-am closer to my friends
-am closer to my family
-don’t have to drive through Canada to get home
-get a new job that I’m excited about
-make a new circle of friends wherever we end up living
-find a new tennis/disc golf/guitar hero partner
I’m officially giving my two week notice tonight!
Unemployment, storage unit living, and couch hopping, here I come!
I think it’s time you layed off the Ponderosa Chicken Wings..
BIG Matchup Tonight as Larry Johnson faces Tomlinson
In my work league it makes a huge difference in this semi-final matchup.
This is approximately results currently up to halftime. Rivers and Johnson have had slow starts. They should bench Tomlinson.
-0.12 Rivers **current** 47yds 1int
Chad Johnson — Monday Night
21.00 Plax 6-120
2 +Larry Johnson **current** 21run
5.9 Willis 79run 1fumble
11.1 Kellen 5-61
8.25 Caldwell 6-25
10.2 MattJones 3-12-1
13.2 SammyMorris 71run 5-12
12. Cedric Houston 53run 1-2-1
10.0 Robbie Gould
15 Baltimore 100 6s 2i
9.8 Miami 72 3s 2f
172.23 **current** 9:53pm
6.28 Drew Brees 8.28-2
5.48 Marc Bulger
19 Javon Walker 5-84-1
9.9 Torry Holt 4-59
10.6 Steve Smith 5-56
30.0 LT **current** 141run 1-5 2tds
13.8 Deuce 48run 1td 1-20
Shayne Graham Monday Night
14.0 Denver 154 3s 2i
153.53 **current** 9:53pm
It looks like I may skate through to the next round, but a lot can happen. Especially after adding this up and showing it prominently like this.
I look like a slob? and my handwriting sucks? I honestly just read this on a comment card. (filled out by a couple assholes of course). I can’t explain the slob comment, but as far as the handwriting is concerned, I write my name differently on every single card to try and display some personality and spice up life a little bit. I guess those days are over. Just straight up “Brian” from now on. The same way, every single time.
If 212 degrees is the boiling point, I’m at about 300. I’ve had it with being treated like shit by non-tipping patrons who seem fine with treating me this way and letting me skimp through life at 2.65 an hour. I’m trying to work out new strategies in my head to try and either wake these people up or at least display some dissatisfaction in this treatment. I’m so ready to move on with life. I’m so ready to just skip ahead about 6 months and be already moved and already starting my new exciting job that puts me in position to win.
|1||Pure Domination (Ian)||3-0-0||1.000||697.78||W-3|
|2||Super Balls (Brian)||3-0-0||1.000||571.14||W-3|
|4||Hot Door!!!!!! (Tony)||2-1-0||.667||657.38||W-1|
|9||Da Boss Sr. (Brent)||0-2-0||.000||409.06||L-3|
|10||The DIzzles (Randy)||0-2-0||.000||310.14||L-3|
Rocking out a Birthday Solo and not getting payed for it.
They came in a limo.
16 year old girl..
Parents were with them. Fuckin Red Necks.
135 dollar check.
And they can’t afford to give me a fucking dollar?
I totally rocked out a birthday song solo and I was given no thanks & no tip.
I’m not gonna let it piss me off forever, but for fucks sake.. That is just stupid.
I am never rocking the solo again.
I am sticking to my gut instinct on all birthday song decisions from here on out.
You can guarantee that I won’t do it unless the fit on my size-up chart.
Sorry, but I don’t sing for free.
Who does that?
Tonight we had our annual employee outing for work which was Bowling.
My scores were 140, 104, and 151. Not bad.
It was fun.
I was awarded a prize for the highest game (with the 140, was still in the middle of the last game when that announcement was made).. But Brady had a 159 in his second game and so I guess what happened was they didn’t print out and see that score of his. So I did the honorable thing and gave him the prize. The prize was a free stay at the comfort inn for one night. I guess the cool thing about that was that it had a jacuzzi or whatever. I don’t really care either way. I didn’t deserve the win anyway. He had the highest game. Plain and simple.
Thanks to James MacLean and Riverwood for hosting us.
Not all that good a day but not all that bad a day either. Actually I’ve had a pretty good day so far and it’s going to get even better soon. Granted I did work from 11 something til 4 and I did get stiffed maybe ten times today which sucked, but it’s nice outside, I am still breathing, things are good. Sara will actually be here tonight, she’s in town now. But she’s at the lab now, which is why she came to town. After that, It will be time to eat something and that will be good. I don’t know yet what we should eat, I kinda wanna go get something cause I don’t have shit for food here and I’m lazy but even acquiring food still requires some activity. I also got to wash some dishes at work today. It was pretty cool. Didn’t have any standout customers today, okay I guess except for the fat teenage girls who wanted to tell me it was their sisters birthday. Sure, I’ll get right on that. I didn’t sing but I gave her a balloon. I am done giving out free birthday songs. She’s 16 now. Yeah. I actually did get two dollars and change from that table (5 people) so at least I got something out of the deal. Speaking of which I only got a dollar and 4 quarters (5 business dudes) at the same time. Okay, u know what fucking sucks. Yeah we get our share of total freakin scum people who come into Pondo and we just know not to really expect a tip. Sometimes we are surprised by a few bucks, but generally speaking I’m not as upset if I am already not expecting much. However, this business looking-upper class persona that eats at Ponderosa, who obviously all have jobs and probably pretty good paying jobs. They never fucking tip good at all. Like I said I got 2 bucks for 5 guys today and that even suprised me. If I didn’t walk past them as they got up from the table saying “Alright Guys HAVE A GOOD DAY” I don’t think I would have even seen a dollar. Man.. I just don’t get it sometimes. Fucking pisses me right off. But anyway. I’m going to go now, I have tomorrow off and Sara will probably be back sooner or later so I gotta go catch the end of PTI.
For those who want to catch up to our currently scheduled broadcast of “The Life”… This will be it for now but is always a work in progress. It depends on exactly what I can remember and what’s timeline worthy so here’s my first draft.
Quick Life Timeline
1982- Sister Colleen Born
1983- Went to preschool at YMCA Kinderkampus in Brockport NY
1984- Started Kindegarten at Holley Central School in Holley NY. Teacher-Mrs Robishaw
1985- First Grade. Teacher- Mrs Sanford
1986- Second Grade. Teacher- Mrs McAllister. Became Cub scout.
1987- Third Grade. Teacher- Mrs Nayman. Played T-Ball for the Mariners. Contined as Cub Scout, mom was Cub Leader.
1988- Started Intermediate School at Holley Central. Fourth Grade. Teacher- Mrs. Eibl. Played coach pitch baseball for the Twins. Became a Webelow scout.
1989- Fifth Grade. Teacher- Miss Smith. Played coach pitch baseball for the Marlins. Received Arrow of Light and became a Boy Scout and went to Gettsburg. Quit Boy Scouts two months later.
1990- Started Middle School at Holley Central. Sixth Grade. Homeroom Teacher- Mrs. Kruger. Played Little League baseball for the Yankees. Became a lifelong fan of the Atlanta Falcons and Atlanta Braves.
1991- Seventh Grade. Traveled to Holley’s State championship Soccer games. Played modifed soccer and basketball. Inducted into National Junior Honor society.
1992- Eigth Grade. Traveled to Holley’s State championship Soccer games. Played modified soccer.
1993- Freshmen Year Holley High School. Played tennis and summer soccer for the blue team.
1994- Sophomore Year Holley High School. Played tennis and summer soccer for the yellow team.
1995- Junior Year Holley High School. Worked in the summer at the school on a special maintenance team and then later began job as cartboy at Brockport Country Club. Played tennis and summer soccer for the yellow team. Inducted in National Honor society.
1996- Senior Year Holley High School. Played Varisy Tennis and summer soccer for the yellow team. Worked at Brockport Country Club. Started the Sled Club.
1997- Graduated Holley High School in Holley NY. Played Varsity Tennis and was Genneesee Region All Star alongside my doubles partner John Sickles. Achieved highest ever TI-85 Tetris score in Holley history. Senior speech dedicated to tetris addiction. Worked at Brockport Country Club.
1997- Freshmen Year Hartwick College in Oneonta NY. Lived in Saxton 308. Worked as a Lab Assistant in the Listening Center and A/V. Worked at Kodak in the summer.
1998- Sophomore Year Hartwick College. Lived in Saxton 308 & coalligned with the Fart Posse to form Busta Kappa Kappa with Wayne and Snotty. Got a Radio show at school on WRHO which started late night Sunday (early Monday) from 12-3am and later moved show in the spring to late night Monday (early Tuesday) from 12-3am. Worked at A/V and became interested with live taping at several Mad Heed shows. Worked at Kodak in the summer.
1999- Junior Year Hartwick College. Lived in Leitzell 308. Moved Radio show to late Wednesday nights (early Thursday) from 12-3AM and in the spring moved the show up to 9-12pm Wed. A/V became Tech Services and continued to work there. Attended first Phish show at Camp Oswego. Met Sara Bicker. Ended year at Big Cypress Phish concert in Florida.
2000- Senior Year Hartwick College. Lived in Bailey Cabin at Pine Lake. Moved Radio Show to prime time Wednesday nights 6-9pm and also cohosted a Friday afternoon show with Dave Ludt from 12-4pm dubbed “The Four Hours of Torture”. Worked at TSC. Started my own website. Lived in Holmes Hall and worked for the TSC oncampus during the summer. Met Rezi. Traveled to see Phish shows.
2001- Graduated Hartwick College. Moved to Saratoga Springs NY. Worked at Eden Communications as a Software Developer/Business Analyst/Customer Service/Quality Assurance person. Traveled to Oneonta to see Sara and Rezi shows.
2002- Continued working for Eden. Moved to Malta NY with Sara, Nutmeg the cat, and Zook the turtle. Continued to travel to Rezi and Phish shows.
2003- Continued working for Eden. Moved to Saratoga Springs NY with Sara. Continued to travel to Rezi and Phish shows. Went to IT Phish Festival in Maine.
2004- Retired from Eden. Moved to Mt Pleasant MI with Sara while she attends Central Michigan University. Continued to travel to see Rezi and Phish shows.
2005- Retired from Home Consulting for Eden. Continued to live in Mt Pleasant MI. Got a job as a Server with Ponderosa Steakhouse. Got Sage our dog. Proposed to Sara on 5-5-5 on the banks of the Erie Canal in my hometown. Travel to see last two official Rezi shows in May 2005.
2006- Continue to work for Ponderosa. Continue to live in same apartment
On the average day I walk about four hours.
And I’m not talking about slow walking (although I do that too).
I’m talking about speed walking.
Today, I walked 8 hours non stop straight through.
You’re looking at the Dream Team Server of November. One step below employee of the month but I’ll take it. And no I don’t get a raise on my 2.65 an hour. Ever.
90 fantasy drafts later…
Here is my last two teams..
Five Team league.. Foleyheads A Division
1. (1) P. Manning
2. (10) W. McGahee
3. (11) C. Dillon
4. (20) K. Jones
5. (21) D. Davis
6. (30) B. Westbrook
7. (31) A. Gates
8. (40) M. Vick
9. (41) Baltimore
10. (50) J. Horn
11. (51) H. Ward
12. (60) D. Driver
13. (61) J. Porter
14. (70) W. Dunn
15. (71) M. Muhammad
16. (80) L. Evans
17. (81) M. Anderson
18. (90) Philadelphia
19. (91) Ro. Smith
20. (100) L. Smith
21. (101) R. Brown
22. (110) J. Plummer
23. (111) Indianapolis
24. (120) R. Longwell
25. (121) J. Reed
8 Team League – Ponderosa 1238
1. (7) D. Culpepper
2. (10) W. McGahee
3. (23) J. Jones
4. (26) T. Gonzalez
5. (39) B. Westbrook
6. (42) Baltimore
7. (55) W. Dunn
8. (58) A. Crumpler
9. (71) N. Burleson
10. (74) K. Collins
11. (87) L. Evans
12. (90) M. Anderson
13. (103) B. Stokley
14. (106) Philadelphia
15. (119) F. Taylor
16. (122) Da. Clark
17. (135) M. Robinson
18. (138) T. Houshmandzadeh
19. (151) L. Johnson
20. (154) C. Palmer
21. (167) D. Carr
22. (170) Minnesota
23. (183) M. Jenkins
24. (186) Dallas
25. (199) N. Kaeding
So I haven’t “typed” to you in too long.. People probably think that something is wrong or I fell into a dark hole or something. Well, sorry to upset you by that.. I have not fallen into any dark hole nor got my hands all chopped off in some freak accident or some shit. I’ve just been lazy. Actually theres a word for it.. Madden. Yeah, the new Madden came out early last week and I pretty much played it nonstop until this very second. Well, that and I did probably 25+ fantasy football drafts last week.. Yeah, issues.. There’s a lot of things going on that I haven’t discussed. That’s okay I’ll save those for another time..
What brought me here tonight was just a little rant that I wanted to just get off my chest for the time being and pump out there into cyberspace for the internet junkies to chew on and the horseless spews to spew on… or whatever it is that they do with their internet chew.
Okay. I’m just sick of people being assholes. I was going to limit this to just the fat dirty slobs that eat at the pondo and how they are too freakin cheap to leave a tip after I bust my ass for them, but.. I’ve decided to expand. WEll. Maybe not expand, cause this is the realm I deal with every day. And I’m not even pissed off actually. What I hate is when people mark their comment cards that everything was excellent except the attentiveness of the server who ends up getting just a “good”. Did they not see me busting my ass for them? Some nights I really get run around. Usually it pays off and theres more than 2 bucks on the table when they leave. Other times, they are just insensitive. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m real good at my job. I usually get tipped quite well I’d think (depends on the person, of which this topic came to mind).. but I always take care of requests right away, I’m quick as hell with refills, I prebus not stop to “get dishes out of the way” or “clear some room” or whatever I say at the time. Like everyone else I am sure, occasionally there are lapses where a Mountain Dew wasn’t refilled for 3 minutes or I didn’t know the lady wanted lemon for her ice tea or whatever.. Sometimes you’re wrapping up another persons meal or meals for that matter and during this time another table sits down, etc.. I’ve gotten much quicker with this but it has burned me before. Okay, back stepping.. Some people piss me off that’s all.. I usually always get Excellents on my comment card when they are filled out.. But I was going to say something about little things that piss me off, but wanted to first say.. that I do really really like my job (can’t say love because im a professional bitch).. but I like what I do. I enjoy the people I work with. I like to think that I brighten their day because people are always really happy to see me and see that they get to work with me. I’ve gotten to know many of them pretty well and hope to get to know them even better the longer I manage to not go crazy doing this… There’s nobody I don’t like or can’t stand to work with or am just uncomfortable around… but every now and then something just pisses me off.. Like for instance.. A large part of my job revolves around retrieving dirty dishes and bringing them to the dishwashing place where I scrape them off if need be and then you know, place them in a stack. So because of that and at times when I am getting a meal ready for delivery I am bound to get crap all over my hands.. or maybe not all over, but on them.. I have to wash and use paper towel to get them dry and ready for the next action.. All of us have to do this often. I should do it even more than I do.. but.. So anyway.. the paper towels run out and it throws me off. I get pissed about it. I tell the dishwashers (who are all freakin AWESOME by the way — I should devote an entire post to Marvin some day and will — ) but it’s like their responsibility to keep that shit full. I say, we need more paper towel. 20 minutes later, and however many million wash offs.. I go to get the PT.. Nothing.. have to dip around a few people to get to the other one (there are like a million PT dispensers.. but the main one is super importante).. like tonight — finally I say to Brent (a manager– and also only the managers have the key to open the dispenser, which is stupid).. but I say, we need more Paper Towels.. So, (and i see this becoming even worse of an issue for my compulsive ass now that I am just exploding with it).. but so finally.. It’s opened.. Brent must have just opened and left it.. 20 minutes later, still no new roll.. I think, okay.. forget it. I go back and put it in. It just pisses me off. I know that they were just as busy as we were. But come on, that’s pretty important and it doesn’t take that long to do.
Oh well.. So what did I basically just say?
1) Ive been playing Madden and drafting thousands of fantasy football teams and thats why i havent posted much
2) Some people are assholes
3) I have fun at my job. People like me and I score big.
4) I’ve got to have my paper towel fix.
Last night I had the most fun ever.
Through work I volunteered for to help out at this “National Night Out” our company (LaBelle) sponsored. There were groups of people from each restaurant/hotel that they owned. I was one of them. Anyway..
So it was this completely free event that anyone in the town could go to and enjoy. They had clowns, face painting, fire trucks, cop cars, free food including hot dogs, sloppy joes, pizza, and tons and tons of grape and fruit punch sodapop free at no charge. There must have been thousands of people that went. They had some live performances including this high school dance group that couldn’t dance in rhythm if their lives depended on it. I didn’t stay for the half hour live music or the showing of the movie “The Incredibles”. Anyway.
My job was by far the best. Me and Josh from work were positioned at the Dunk Tank where we helped little kids dunk 5 or 6 rotating cops over and over and over again. It was the best.
The basic setup was 3 balls, a dunk tank, and a police officer.
We had a line originally but it ended up getting moved farther and farther up.
Each little kid that didn’t hit the target got to run up any way and press it (or get help pressing it) and dunk whoever was sitting on the dunk seat at the time. Over and over and over again. It was the greatest. We totally made their day over and over and over again. There were several kids that went multiple times. I had perma grin. The line was really long. It was great.
The interesting fact of the night is this: The percentage of times that a kid threw the ball and hit the target and caused the police officer to get dunked was pretty even between the smaller kids and the bigger kids who could throw harder. Some kids threw really good and some couldn’t hit the side of a barn.
It was great to play with them and get tons of high fives and just have a freaking grand old time.
Let’s do it. Let’s go make the money… Hello!! Let’s rock.
Happy Independence Day folks (a little early but so..)
Almost black pants time… T-Minus a few seconds. Gosh it’s so hot outside and I’ve only been outside 10 minutes. Time to get my game face on and strap on the black pants.
So i’ve added it up. And for one of the easier jobs I’ve ever had I take home about 10 bucks an hour. I claim about minimum wage so I have to pay taxes on whatever that is. Most of it is tips. I’m working at Ponderosa as a server. They just moved across town and opened a new location. I started when that opened along with at least 6 or 7 other servers. About 6 have been there over a year. Anyway. The people I work with are pretty cool so that helps. And we listen to a bunch of cheesy pop old rock good stuff so that makes the time roll by too. I walk around singing if I know the words. I walk around singing if I don’t know the words. The job is super mad easy. When someone sits in my section I go to the table and say hey hey hey. I pick up the receits on the table (when you walk in to ponderosa you basically pay/order at the door and then sit down). I acquire the drinks listed on the receits, possibly ask if they want lemons in their water or ice team, and bring them back to the table. I bring two creams with every coffee, possibly with hot tea. I put lids on kids cups or upgrade them to a normal size cup if its a teenager. I basically do whatever they need me to do. If their order contains something from the cooks, I put my pager number and their table number on the third receit and run it back to wheel by the cooks. Afterwards I basically take plates/dishes/cups away from their table as needed and refill their drinks as required. Then if I am expecting a meal to come up, my pager starts vibrating like nuts, and go back by the cooks. Butter all baked potatoes, grab a thing of sour cream if necessary, get the knives, and if there is shrimp grap a cocktail sauce thing. Then before I leave I make sure I know what everything is so I don’t look like an idiot when I get to the table. Obviously after a while I’ll be able to tell what everything is without looking. There aren’t that many options. So I bring the meals to the table and raffle them off. I then continue taking away done dishes and clean up after them when they leave so someone else can sit down. If I put average effort and get between 2-4 dollars for a table of 2 or 3 then thats okay. If I put a lot of effort into a table with a whole family and 3 or more adults then I hope to get a little bit bigger tip. I think the most I have received so far has been 7 or 8 maybe. I haven’t had extremely huge tables which is perfectly fine by me. Sometimes you get stiffed. At least a few times a day someone doesn’t leave a tip at all. It’s bullshit. They think, I’m at a buffet, that’s all I ordered, and I did all the work. Wouldn’t they be thirsty if I didn’t bring them their drinks? Someone has to clean the mess they leave behind if two fat people chow down and go through 3-4 plates each. I honestly don’t pay attention. I realize I work in a restaurant and have to always be displaying my smile cards but I just don’t pay attention. If someone needs something I help them out. It’s all about doing the job and getting things done. And it’s easy as heck. I just wish I could get more hours or better hours or just better sections. It is something and it is helping though. And that is good.