Every break up has a few, and the Cheese's have more than their fair share. Now that the divorce has been declared emminent, tears have started to flow, and of course the requisit anger and mayhem ensue. OK, it wasnt THAT bad, but I'm not one of the "kids".
What brought on this declaration?I think I did, inadvertantly. I didn't even know I was doing something wrong... I was merely walking out of the store with my kids, and what do I see but Mr B. Cheese wrapped around the 20 year old "Sinister Cupcake" in the checkout line. Well colour me suprised! I did not run home and call MRS B Cheese, nor did I call Mrs H, or Dolly or anyone else for that matter (I don't have a cell). Where the man puts his parts is of no concern to me, I felt the same way about a former president too. So long as the JOB gets done and gets done right, whats it matter to me? It doesn't, not at all. My life has other far more complicated issues at this time to be overly concerned with Hotel shananigans. But it sure does provide drama for this here lil ditty of a blog!
Friday night, we had a small meeting, the declaration was made and most were in a stunned state, Mrs H & I were not. Being the two grown ups in the building, we tend to not get excited over idle bantering and gossip while on shift. Being adults, we also know you should NEVER EVER shit where you eat. Thats a metaphor, for those who don't "get it", google it. What lit up my night was the simple act of Mr Cheese sitting down next to me and sharing a laugh & a margarita. First time in 4 years. Then it happend again on Saturday, breifly. Good thing I had saved my shock and dismay earlier, huh?
Saturday was one of those nights you walk away from shaking your head, but feeling rather goodly about. And I did feel good about the night as a whole.At one point, I felt as though Mrs Cheese would feel that we were dancing on her metaphoric grave, by simply doing what we do every night we work, life went on as usual for us.This is HIS midlife crisis in action. He's nuts, he's been nuts and that hasn't changed. The fact is this, HE IS the Hotel, she was a bright flower in the vase at the bar, and well, we all know what happens to flowers after a while, don't we? One day, SC (s-cupcake) will be a very similar wilted thorny rose on her way out, but I'm betting she will have a new rack and a new ride befor she rides into the sunset. As a former Wallet miner, I know another one when I see one. I'm not a bitch, I just know shit. Trust me.
ADDENDUM: I was RIGHT! SC already requested the new rack! bahahahhahahaaa!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Playing with Barbie
You all recall "Barbie" from my previous posts? Well, she's back and bitchy as ever! Friday night, the displeasure of her company was all mine. I ask, about ten thousand times a night, each girl, "do you need help? can I do anything for you?" and with Barbie, the answer is always the same, a resounding "NO!". Not being omnipotent, I find something else to do instead of assisting her, then she goes full tilt, into the weeds. She rants and raves at the bus kid for not doing whatever it is that SHE thinks they should be doing, and all after declining the offered help she needed from the start. One would ask why she declines the assistance being offered, and I have no sound reasoning to offer in her defense.
But what do I expect from Miss methadone besides pendulum like mood swings? professionalism. Its a high expectation, I understand, but its expected of me, so why not Barbie? I digress....
Barbie has never been to NYC (its a mere two hour drive from this hamlet), and I, ever on the peace train, was trying to broaden her world, just a bit, by taking her on an NYC excursion. Well, the MET is out, Barbie isn't "into" art (translation, she's under-educated and has no concept of fine art). Broadway is out too, Barbie doesn't like "plays" (yes, I'm dying laughing as I type this). So the winner is MONTEL WILLIAMS, with special guest SYLVIA, the psychic medium! oy vey, my head! I can guess why she wants to be in this audience, her late husbands demise. I am not judging Barbie on this, I can't say with 100% surety that contact after death exists or does not. If I were in her shoes, perhaps I'd want some comfort via Sylvia too, but I'm not. It just seems so damn pedestrian to me. to each her own, I suppose. I'm sure if nothing else, the trip will provide fodder for this blog, so stay tuned!
But what do I expect from Miss methadone besides pendulum like mood swings? professionalism. Its a high expectation, I understand, but its expected of me, so why not Barbie? I digress....
Barbie has never been to NYC (its a mere two hour drive from this hamlet), and I, ever on the peace train, was trying to broaden her world, just a bit, by taking her on an NYC excursion. Well, the MET is out, Barbie isn't "into" art (translation, she's under-educated and has no concept of fine art). Broadway is out too, Barbie doesn't like "plays" (yes, I'm dying laughing as I type this). So the winner is MONTEL WILLIAMS, with special guest SYLVIA, the psychic medium! oy vey, my head! I can guess why she wants to be in this audience, her late husbands demise. I am not judging Barbie on this, I can't say with 100% surety that contact after death exists or does not. If I were in her shoes, perhaps I'd want some comfort via Sylvia too, but I'm not. It just seems so damn pedestrian to me. to each her own, I suppose. I'm sure if nothing else, the trip will provide fodder for this blog, so stay tuned!
Monday, January 22, 2007
when the smoke clears
Mrs Hirschman and I regularly have what we like to call "Bitch 'n wine @ 9" on Friday nights, after she and I are done our shifts at the hotel. This Friday was no exception, nor was Saturday... Saturday, being a much more aggravating evening than Friday, was a test, of skills, of temperament, and of grace. I'd like to think I passed this test, but I'm sure if anyone did a poll, I'd come out short, BUT... well, you can't change whats passed, right?
allow me to explain....
Our "book" (reservations) is generally light at 4 pm on a Fri/Sat night. By 5 pm, the Hotel is booked solid, until at least 7:30. We have a modest 21 tables, 4 waitress' and 4 sections of seating, with smoking only being available at the bar. We fill up fast and if you have no reservation, odds are good you are either going to wait or leave. Saturday was no exception to this rule. My servers come in at a staggered pace, with the "late girl" coming in the door at exactly 5pm. My job is to keep the tables seated and turned as quickly as possible, without unduly burdening any of my 4 servers and 2 bus brats (divide 21 tables by 4 servers, it aint rocket science). I don't TRY to double seat my girls, unless its a direct request by the customer (requesting specific server). I only double sat ONE girl on Saturday night, and she was never in the weeds for an instant. On the other hand, "Barbie", who didn't come in until 5:10 pm, was very PO'd with me. Why? how would I know? that would require her to bitch TO ME as opposed to bitching to the kitchen, where nothing will get rectified quietly. Barbie was in the weeds when I overheard a comment that I double sat her, which I did NOT do, but I was directly ordered to make sure Barbie's "tops" (customer count) were not less than anyone Else's. She comes in late and leaves early, how am I supposed to keep her #'s as high as the girls who were in 2 hours earlier? BY FAVORITISM! (not mine, I assure you). recently, Barbie hasn't been turning tables as well as the other servers. Here's what gets me.... I get drink orders for the clients when I seat them, I put the order in with Mrs Hirschman and I deliver said drinks all before the server gets there to the table to introduce herself. Barbie had 4 tables,and was for some reason absolutely flustered. Why? I have no idea. They (the servers) tip me NOTHING, but I don't ask them to either, and only one of those girls (NOT Barbie) has ever offered me a tip, and she worked so hard that night, I gave it back to her. Back to Barbie.... Now I have great capacity for compassion, and Barbie has had a wretched year, including the loss of her very young husband a few months back. She has two young kids and a history that is cloudy at best, but she is TRYING to make her life better, and it shows, to those of us that know the back story. but she brings a whole new meaning to moody. I didn't snap. I held my tongue.
Mrs H and I both let out a scream when we finally got in her car, very stress relieving, and the two drinks we had after that worked even better.
Mrs H and I both enjoy our jobs, as much as we might bitch about parts of them, on the whole, we really LIKE the job (s). Mrs H and I both feel that we are not part of "the family", which is most likely why we hit it off when Mrs H started there, aside from the other similarities (like we've both been out of the state more than once)...even though she was told to "not get attached because she's leaving" (meaning ME... oddly, I'm still there 8 months later).
BIG CHEESE, we like you, and like working FOR YOU, despite your jackassed approach to management. all we need is a little clarity....when the smoke clears.....
allow me to explain....
Our "book" (reservations) is generally light at 4 pm on a Fri/Sat night. By 5 pm, the Hotel is booked solid, until at least 7:30. We have a modest 21 tables, 4 waitress' and 4 sections of seating, with smoking only being available at the bar. We fill up fast and if you have no reservation, odds are good you are either going to wait or leave. Saturday was no exception to this rule. My servers come in at a staggered pace, with the "late girl" coming in the door at exactly 5pm. My job is to keep the tables seated and turned as quickly as possible, without unduly burdening any of my 4 servers and 2 bus brats (divide 21 tables by 4 servers, it aint rocket science). I don't TRY to double seat my girls, unless its a direct request by the customer (requesting specific server). I only double sat ONE girl on Saturday night, and she was never in the weeds for an instant. On the other hand, "Barbie", who didn't come in until 5:10 pm, was very PO'd with me. Why? how would I know? that would require her to bitch TO ME as opposed to bitching to the kitchen, where nothing will get rectified quietly. Barbie was in the weeds when I overheard a comment that I double sat her, which I did NOT do, but I was directly ordered to make sure Barbie's "tops" (customer count) were not less than anyone Else's. She comes in late and leaves early, how am I supposed to keep her #'s as high as the girls who were in 2 hours earlier? BY FAVORITISM! (not mine, I assure you). recently, Barbie hasn't been turning tables as well as the other servers. Here's what gets me.... I get drink orders for the clients when I seat them, I put the order in with Mrs Hirschman and I deliver said drinks all before the server gets there to the table to introduce herself. Barbie had 4 tables,and was for some reason absolutely flustered. Why? I have no idea. They (the servers) tip me NOTHING, but I don't ask them to either, and only one of those girls (NOT Barbie) has ever offered me a tip, and she worked so hard that night, I gave it back to her. Back to Barbie.... Now I have great capacity for compassion, and Barbie has had a wretched year, including the loss of her very young husband a few months back. She has two young kids and a history that is cloudy at best, but she is TRYING to make her life better, and it shows, to those of us that know the back story. but she brings a whole new meaning to moody. I didn't snap. I held my tongue.
Mrs H and I both let out a scream when we finally got in her car, very stress relieving, and the two drinks we had after that worked even better.
Mrs H and I both enjoy our jobs, as much as we might bitch about parts of them, on the whole, we really LIKE the job (s). Mrs H and I both feel that we are not part of "the family", which is most likely why we hit it off when Mrs H started there, aside from the other similarities (like we've both been out of the state more than once)...even though she was told to "not get attached because she's leaving" (meaning ME... oddly, I'm still there 8 months later).
BIG CHEESE, we like you, and like working FOR YOU, despite your jackassed approach to management. all we need is a little clarity....when the smoke clears.....
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