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Jan. 26th, 2007 09:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7By the end of my shift last night I was reduced to speaking in a high-pitched cartoony voice, because my voice was cracking so badly after shouting the fucking draft beers list eighty thousand times.
I also informed three separate tables that I actually didn't have a sense of humor so if they were being facetious I couldn't tell. I told a fourth table that my sense of humor transplant had failed.
Because I was being a bitch, and it was too hard for me to overcome it, so I was trying to make it be part of my persona. Don't know if it worked; the bad tips I got were sort of inconsistent (Was pretty psyched about the table that did the math wrong so instead of leaving me $4 on $45, they left me $3. Rock on, motherfuckers! Hope you lose your car in the parking lot forever!) and mostly were from tables I'd acted pretty normal with. So I can't say. Some people are just cheap fucks and it doesn't matter what you say to them, is part of it.
I will say, for the record, that the party of 8 Canadians who insisted on a labyrinthine system of separate checks ("Me and her, her and me, that one over there and me, and us two each want our own check." "... What?") each left me a perfectly reasonable and even slightly generous tip-- $3 on $20, $3.50 on $25, etc, and really that added up to a lot more than they would've left if they'd just all put in for one big check. This is a truth I've noted several times-- large parties tip you shitty (SCW got, just before I arrived, $20 on a $175 check, which is shit because a party that size demands all of your time and you can't wait on anyone else which means you miss at least 6 or 7 $20-$30 tables that each would've left you $3-7ish... Do the math!) while if they insist on separate checks, they're more likely to each leave you a smallish-to-reasonable tip which adds up better than one stiff burn.
But it is such a huge hassle to do separate checks, at least according to our system, that it usually eats up that much more time per table... It's a toss-up, and as with everything in this business, it's a gamble. The people you spend the most time on are almost never the ones that tip you well enough to make it worthwhile, but you can't preemptively decide they're not worth it and start ignoring them or they'll justifiably get pissed and probably get you in trouble. (The best tips usually come from the person sitting alone by the door watching you struggle with the party of 8 drinking froufrou shit drinks and demanding extra waters and leaving you pennies. It's those sorts who leave you a $20 for your trouble even though all you did for them was pour them a beer. Because they can see where your trouble went: to people who didn't appreciate it. But it bothers me that this is how the world works.)
I don't know how I keep winding up having a rant about tipping, but I do. Oh well. I didn't get to practice last night until almost the end, so I just sat and watched. Just as well: I can't breathe so good. But Sunday will be the first time skating in almost a week, and oof, I don't know how that'll be.
I can't believe it's almost 10:30. I gotta get dressed and get ready to catch the bus. Ugh ugh ugh. I'm just so icky and grody...
Oh, the hand I hurt at work doesn't hurt at all in normal use, but I've realized that if I apply any pressure to the back of it, it's excruciating. Putting the hand into a pocket, or even running my finger along the back of it, makes it hurt for a long time. Maybe I'll be glad of that accident report yet.
I also informed three separate tables that I actually didn't have a sense of humor so if they were being facetious I couldn't tell. I told a fourth table that my sense of humor transplant had failed.
Because I was being a bitch, and it was too hard for me to overcome it, so I was trying to make it be part of my persona. Don't know if it worked; the bad tips I got were sort of inconsistent (Was pretty psyched about the table that did the math wrong so instead of leaving me $4 on $45, they left me $3. Rock on, motherfuckers! Hope you lose your car in the parking lot forever!) and mostly were from tables I'd acted pretty normal with. So I can't say. Some people are just cheap fucks and it doesn't matter what you say to them, is part of it.
I will say, for the record, that the party of 8 Canadians who insisted on a labyrinthine system of separate checks ("Me and her, her and me, that one over there and me, and us two each want our own check." "... What?") each left me a perfectly reasonable and even slightly generous tip-- $3 on $20, $3.50 on $25, etc, and really that added up to a lot more than they would've left if they'd just all put in for one big check. This is a truth I've noted several times-- large parties tip you shitty (SCW got, just before I arrived, $20 on a $175 check, which is shit because a party that size demands all of your time and you can't wait on anyone else which means you miss at least 6 or 7 $20-$30 tables that each would've left you $3-7ish... Do the math!) while if they insist on separate checks, they're more likely to each leave you a smallish-to-reasonable tip which adds up better than one stiff burn.
But it is such a huge hassle to do separate checks, at least according to our system, that it usually eats up that much more time per table... It's a toss-up, and as with everything in this business, it's a gamble. The people you spend the most time on are almost never the ones that tip you well enough to make it worthwhile, but you can't preemptively decide they're not worth it and start ignoring them or they'll justifiably get pissed and probably get you in trouble. (The best tips usually come from the person sitting alone by the door watching you struggle with the party of 8 drinking froufrou shit drinks and demanding extra waters and leaving you pennies. It's those sorts who leave you a $20 for your trouble even though all you did for them was pour them a beer. Because they can see where your trouble went: to people who didn't appreciate it. But it bothers me that this is how the world works.)
I don't know how I keep winding up having a rant about tipping, but I do. Oh well. I didn't get to practice last night until almost the end, so I just sat and watched. Just as well: I can't breathe so good. But Sunday will be the first time skating in almost a week, and oof, I don't know how that'll be.
I can't believe it's almost 10:30. I gotta get dressed and get ready to catch the bus. Ugh ugh ugh. I'm just so icky and grody...
Oh, the hand I hurt at work doesn't hurt at all in normal use, but I've realized that if I apply any pressure to the back of it, it's excruciating. Putting the hand into a pocket, or even running my finger along the back of it, makes it hurt for a long time. Maybe I'll be glad of that accident report yet.
