- 2005-09-16 02:24:43 Sub0: Ohio wins teh prize, actually. And I've lived in thirteen states.
- 2005-09-16 00:43:52 Also, Jen, my brother lives in Wisconsin, (his wife had a baby, too!). So I'm there often enough. Perhaps I'll bring The Minnesota Bar and Grill to Wisconsin!
- 2005-09-16 00:40:50 Jen, if you do everything for your friend, she'll never learn it for herself.
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I'm overdue for a rant:
2005-09-15 16:29:18
I hate work. Everyone hates work. Some jobs are just better than others, you may like them at first, but eventually there will be things that come to make you hate it. For one, customers. Not all of them, but these are a few:
Customers that I would like to disembowel with a spoon:
Mr. Regular Customer Guy Who Always Orders one Minute until Close: YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT TIME WE CLOSE. You come here two to three times a week. That innocent “Oh, is the grill still open?” bit is old. You know damn well it is. And even though you’ve been sitting at the bar since when the grill opened, you always order right before close. Not only does this set me back, it sets the servers back because they can’t close down until you leave. And by the way, the next time I hear you make a ‘grumpy cook’ comment, I’m going to castrate you with my spatulas, and you’ll be having sautéed scrotum for lunch.
Mrs. Calls Every Day Before We Open And Ask What Kind of Soup We Have But Never Orders Anything Lady: I hate you. Do you call other restaurants an hour and a half before they open to ask about soup? Do you order from those restaurants? Are you shopping around for the best deal on 8 oz of soup? What kind of soup do you want?!! Have you ever even had any of our soups? Who are you? Where do you live? GO TO THE GROCERY STORE. I guarantee they have the goddamn beef broth you’ve been waiting for. Eat that, oldie. You know you’re old. Only old people make an effort to get SOUP. We have a goddamn 17 oz steak dinner for $12 and you’re worried about a cup of soup?! Eat one of your 17 cats.
Mr. Comes in a Half-hour to Pick Up His To-go Order and Calls back to Complain that it’s Cold: How many teeth do you have? Three? That’s a big number, huh? I can tell you’re a real intelligent person. A person who can tell time like nobody’s business. I sure wish I was that smart. I’m sorry your food was cold. The next time you order, the dump I took in your salad is complimentary, k?
Miss Low Carb Diet: Sure. I can make you a cheeseburger without a bun, no problem. What side do you want? Cottage cheese? No? Fries and a muffin. Hm. OH, I know who you are! You’re Mr. Comes in a Half-hour to Pick Up His To-go Order and Calls back to Complain that it’s Cold’s wife, aren’t you? I knew it. You guys are perfect for each other.
Good luck with your diet, cow.
The Teachers: You are the worst people I know. You decide to drag yourself and about 25 brethren down to our restaurant, which is staffed by three people: The bartender, the server and the cook. You’ve been here before. We’re a small restaurant. My grill is about 3 ½ feet long. There’s no way I can feed that many people at the same time. So I have to work my ass off trying to get your food all prepared so that you can all eat at the same time, monopolizing my grill and no one else can eat for 45 minutes. Not once do you do this, not twice, even. Three times so far. I love you so much. I await more of your visits.
*sigh*
Those are the ones that pissed me off just today. I get to go back for another shift in an hour. We’ll see how much fun I can have.
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2005-09-14 16:20:27
Jen, you had better upload your video soon... WE WEEPS, PRECIOUS, WE WEEPS!
(I need to quick comment it anonymously! And then you have to figure out which comment is mine. ;-D)
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