Eww… gross.

I recently made a new friend. Introduced by one of my favorite girlfriends, I liked her immediately! She's a gorgeous mother of 6 of the most well behaved and wonderful children I've ever met. She's my age, just moved here, and offered to watch my little one if I ever needed some help. I was…

Natalie, the woman I fucking hate, at table 2.

 (I haven't been a server for two years now, and this is one of the ranty little treasures I found sitting in my drafts folder. This horrible woman is still frequenting businesses that employ my friends. I didn't publish this when I wrote it, out of respect for my employer and the depressing knowledge that…

30 Days of what the hell…

I'm back to dreading this and I was just remembering how much peace I found in clearing my head with a thousand typed words. That 30 days of truth shit is no joke... and I've been in a particularly difficult head-space. With bills piling up and a surplus of coworkers during a shortage of tables,…

Disenchantment.

I'm disappointed in people these days. My job is taking a toll on me and I hate to sound like an old lady... but people rarely have respect or manners any more. I'm disenchanted. It sucks. I like seeing the good in people and it's getting increasingly more difficult. I've come to the conclusion that…

Drunk Assholes… aka: the bane of my existence.

I turned 39 this year. I'm too damn old to be waiting tables. When I read The Bitchy Waiter on Facebook and see posts from shitty tippers screaming that we should get "real jobs"... sometimes I agree with them. I don't love it.... but I don't hate it. There are faaaaaar worse things I could…