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Name: Deborah
Birthday: 8/5/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Black and white photography, art in general, theatre in general, musical theatre in particular, my job, sugar-and-caffeine-filled treats, sleeping in, watching movies, meeting new people.
Expertise: English and grammar. I'm quite the Nazi, unfortunately.
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AIM:  sparkpop42
Member Since:
1/31/2006
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| Two great quotes...
Guest: I'd like sprite and water. Not in the same glass.
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Liz: I like your face.
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Stuff at work has calmed down a little, drama-wise. Apparently while I was on vacay, a person who'd caused most of the drama had come to the realization that he'd been a douchbag, and has apologized to most people involved. I say most because he hasn't apologized to me.
*shrug* he knows that i know exactly what he did, and he also knows that i ain't buying the whole "i'm an asshole i don't deserve you but please take me back" thing w/ his gf. i just simply don't buy it. i don't really feel like listening to a contrived apology anyway.
time will tell.
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| Father's Day should be shot and hung and drawn and quartered.
The weirdos came out in packs...they really did.
I had one table full of what I like to call "Lansdale Rednecks". These are different from regular rednecks because since they live in Lansdale, they like to think that they're not rednecks. But they are.
The oldest gentleman insisted on telling me all about his two previous brain tumors that had to be removed, and showing me the current one on his hand (the size of a golf ball).
The rest of the table thought he was hilarious.
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Then there are the people who really shouldn't go to an English-speaking restaurant unless they speak English.
Like my 3 top that all spoke very fluent Japanese. Except for the mom, who spoke fluent Japanese and veeeeeeeeeeery broken English. It seriously took us ten minutes (I was watching) to figure out that they all wanted crab, and two of them wanted king crab too, and they all wanted baked potatoes with butter/sour cream, and salads with thousand island dressing. i had to tell them all the drinks we had (which then had to be translated), and all the salad dressings (translated) and all the sides (translated again).
It was not a good day. The restaurant was packed; everyone was sweltering. A waiter slipped, fell, and got a puncture wound from a fork. I fainted because I was overheated, and then fell into a wonderful fit of throwing up. Another waitress was pregnant, and she joined me in the bathroom periodically to throw up.
A 15-top was supposed to be taken by a waiter who didn't realize it, and went home. the waitress coming in for him didn't realize that nobody had taken the table, and ignored them for about 20 minutes. They were so ticked off....and it wasn't really a fair fight, since she's a skinny little white girl and it was a table full of big black women.
Not a good day at all.
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| Ick.
Sorry for the lack of posts, but I'm really busy lately. At work and out of it.
I just counted my ones, simply because I was exhausted but not sleepy and needed something to put me to sleep.
I have 67 dollars in ones.
That's freaking insane.
I'm scared to go to the bank to exchange them, because I know what they'll be thinking. No, they won't be thinking that I'm a waitress.
They will be thinking that I am a stripper.
On the other hand, it would be really funny to show up at the bank wearing the most revealing clothes I own and flirting with the teller. "Ones? Oh, I just happen to get a lot... *giggle giggle* Of ones, that is."
*el sigho* I wish I spoke sign language really well. There was a table full of deaf people tonight and I really wanted to communicate with them.
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| 6-top birthday walks in. I have all of Dock B to myself, so of course the hostess placed them in my section as opposed to the back of the restaurant.
Throughout the course of the meal I treated them rather normally. It was the old grandaddy's birthday and I hung around to see what was in the large shiny box, etc. Made small talk. Thought I completely blew my tip when the second-oldest guy (son-in-law?) decided to laugh really hard and fling his elbow up into my tray, thus causing a glass of coke to spill on him. He was still wearing a rainjacket so there wasn't any damage, but I was of course bummed. Who tips you well after you spill soda on them, regardless of whose fault it was?
Their Bill:
Drinks = $9.35
Appetizers = $30.22
Meals = $99.49
Birthday Cake = $5.99
Total (with tax) = $153.75
When I dropped off the bill, the daughter and son-in-law started arguing with birthday guy about who would pay. I immediately turned around and left. Did NOT want to be a part of that. Came back when things seemed calmer. Birthday guy convinced them to let him pay. He turns to me when I come near him.
"Young lady, what's the biggest tip you've ever gotten?"
"That would be about 25%, sir."
He puts a $50 bill in my hand and says that I was very sweet and thank you for making his birthday dinner so great. I spilled frigging coke on his son-in-law and he gives me a 33% tip. Go figure; maybe he doesn't like his son-in-law. I thanked him profusely though. He has the honor of being my highest tip ever.
Granted, I've only been in the biz for 3 weeks.  Things can only get better.
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| Yes, I have some favorite "waitblogs" -- webblogs of people who are in the biz.
Here are some immortal words to live by from a waiter at Peppers Bar & Grill in Virginia.
"...In a restaurant you need to be confident enough to talk to a patron to
get the necessary information to make sure they have a good time. It
takes a certain level of self worth to do more than just ask what they
want to drink. You should put personality to it. After all, waiting
tables is probably the closest thing to legal prostitution. You sell
yourself, not just the food."
His blog.
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