Edit: You also may notice that my 'webcam' pic is a photo of my BEEOOTIFUL face. And by BEEOOTIFUL I mean 'whut.' Sorry for it. Neil was insisting I post a way flattering photo of myself as my webcam, but I couldn't do it for I felt it was... lying about the EPIC PROPORTIONS of my fat chin.
Even still, the photo there is a bit flattering. But closer to the truth.
... but God, do I love my hair right now <3
ANYHOO:
And boy, does it suck.
I'd gladly get a different waitressing job... if I didn't live in a crap little town with, like 4-5 restaurants that are ever busy.
Tonight was especially crappy. I only had 4 tables for the dinner shift. This wasn't for being slow, oh no. See, we had a line out the door. It was because each table sat for at least an hour, because it took 40-60 minutes for the kitchen to prepare each party's dinner.
In fact, the kitchen was so backed up, that at 8:05 pm, the manager said we couldn't take any more tables for at least an hour. And we close at 9pm on weekdays. At first, the hosts/seaters were explaining that we couldn't have any more guests, which of course annoyed the people wanting in, who could see all these empty tables. But if we took them in, they wouldn't get their food for an hour anyway ... and that could potentially leave us open 2+ hours after closing, depending on when the last table arrived. And we were all too pissed to deal with that, and the newer guests would have been pissed with the service anyway.
Finally, 30 minutes till close, our manager just locked the door from the outside.
Of course, that wasn't the end of the night. I still had a table that had been waiting on food for an hour already. And even then, the kitchen fucked up their food when it came out, delaying it further.
The lady at my table had a medium rare steak combo sort of thing, and the steak looked like a charcoal briquette. And I'm the sort that refuses to serve burnt or overcooked food. So I pissed the kitchen off by making them cook her a new one. I ended up having the restaurant pay for her platter, but eh. She'd already waited an hour, and the manager was only too happy to oblige.
It was actually rather funny. See, our Service Manager quit, and our Kitchen(?) Manager tore her foot up and is out for surgery. So we're down to our General Manager, and substitutes brought in from other Red Lobsters.
Tonight, we worked with a manager from Houston, Daniel. He was overwhelmed at how crappy our kitchen was, but at the same time was relieved at how nice our guests were.
He said something to the effect of ... if he had had the same problems at his Houston restaurant, every single table would be wanting their meals paid for, threatening to 'call Corporate,' or being outright rude. But here, everyone was generally understanding, and those who complained only wanted 'just/fair compensation.' And they were very polite.
While I sometimes lament living in a small, bible-thumping town such as this... that is one aspect I enjoy. People here are generally really friendly. It's peaceful.
I mean, I have my eyes set on an apartment system only like 10 minutes away with $300-a-month rent. Mom really hates the idea of me living in that area, claiming it to be the 'Ghetto.'
But Lake Jackson doesn't have a 'rea ghetto.' Not in the usual sense. I mean, we have areas of poorer people, but are crime rate is stupidly low. And in the 'bad neighborhoods,' you have to give people a reason to mess with you. Otherwise, they ignore you.
It's just... quiet and peaceful. I lament the lack of real comic shops or amusement parks or liquor stores or sex shops or large toy shops (I haven't been to a Toys R' Us since my trip to England... god, that was awesome ;__; ) any sort of night life (Everything frickin closes at like 10pm). But the peaceful, friendly nature of the town almost makes up for it.
... but if I see one more 'RON PAUL' bumper sticker, banner or yard-sign, I'm going smack a bitch.
"BUT HE'S FROM LAKE JACKSON~~~"
He still sucks giant radioactive monkey balls. He supports enough retarded causes and intends to step on alot of the things I'm in support of. My personal interests -- don't fuck with them.
It's not like he had a real shot to begin with. Just because a bunch of retard teenagers WITH THEIR CUTE LITTLE SONGS support him in droves doesn't mean he's worth a flying shit.
EDIT: There's also a white limosine with a charicature of Ron Paul painted on the side that has driven threw town down Oyster Creek/Highway 332 every now and then. I want to see the damn thing get bowled over by an 18-wheeler for the sheer cheesiness.
Video of the stupid limo (youtube) for those who haven't witnessed its... wonder.
Mmmm. In other news, it appears me subscription has run out. Mmm. I'll take care of that later this week.
I haven't been intersted in Deviantart lately enough for it to bother me. Probably because I've been ANGSTIN' over MAH ARTS.
Woe. Woe and turmoil.
Mmm. What else... guess that's it. I'm rather tired XD
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