The Snow Can Kiss My A**

I had to go in to work today even though it was snowing like crazy right around the time I had to go in. I made it there by four o’clock, after cleaning off my car in four inches of snow that I just ignored – there was no way I was going to shovel my porch and around my car before going in to work and getting all wet and cold. Fuck that. I hate the snow.

Work sucked. At first we were totally dead so the other girl who was working with me tonight went home and I was left alone to wait on whoever came in and do all the sidework before closing. It turned out to be moderately busy, I made okay money for the effort and time I put into it, and honestly, sometimes it’s much better to work alone and do more work than it is to work with someone you don’t particularly like.

Anyway, I’m glad that’s over.

Bad news is, someone told me tonight that we are supposed to get twelve or more inches of snow on Wednesday and then a Nor’easter over the weekend that could dump, like, feet of snow. Of course, both of those days I have to work, and of course, I damn sure will be expected in on time, regardless of the snow.

northandsouthsnowI wish this weren’t my life – this having to deal with snow on a regular basis.

If I didn’t have to share the Squido with her dad, I swear I would have been out of here years ago. Connecticut isn’t for me. It’s a terrible climate in my opinion, because I don’t care for all the seasons. I particularly hate winter, as you are probably starting to realize.

I think Southern California is where I want to settle when I’m older, if I can. When the Squido is all done with high school and hopefully goes to college, then I will feel free to roam.

Until then, I’ll keep you posted on whether I get buried alive in snow. Since FEET of it are coming. Dang it.


Yoohoo! You’re an Idiot!

I’ve always liked waiting tables, I really have. Ever since I started waitressing at IHOP when I was still a teenager I loved the work – being able to see and talk to different people every day, the good fast money, the mindlessness of the job that makes it so low stress for me… I could go on about the things I love about being a waitress, but of course there is something that sucks about waitressing, too: the bad customers.

I had a doozy of a woman in the restaurant tonight, let me tell you.

So I’m going about my business when I see that the two ladies who were sitting at table fifteen were ready to order. I had a few checks to print and drop off, and was planning (I swear!) to go right to their table. Then, I hear: “Yoohoo! Yoohoo! Where’s our server?” And another passing waitress told the woman I would be right over.

I finished what I was doing and then walked up to the table to give my normal “Hi, how are you doing tonight?” to these two older women, and this is what I got from one of the women in return:

“First of all, we’re seniors so we get the discount. Second I would like two eggs. COOKED. Over medium so the whites aren’t runny. I also want an english muffin toasted, and I would like two pieces of bacon. JUST TWO. And the bacon, I want you to make sure it isn’t greasy because sometimes I have to wipe off my bacon with a napkin and I don’t want to have to do that tonight.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding. “Anything else?” (I wish I hadn’t asked.)

“Yes, make sure this comes to under $6.50. Sometimes I come here and people try to charge me more, but I know that what I want with the two pieces of bacon and the senior discount it should be less than $6.50, so don’t charge me for more than two pieces of bacon.”

The woman’s friend, who finally got her chance to order, winked at me and just said: “Fish and chips, please,” like a normal person.

Well, turns out there’s no way, on our computer system, to get everything that woman ordered, PLUS her drink, for less than $6.50. The best I could come up with was $7.03 with the senior discount, but I knew that wasn’t going to cut it. I sent the manager over with the check – I didn’t even want to bother having to explain to the woman all the reasons I failed her.

The manager was over talking to the woman for a long while, and when he finally came back from their table I asked how it went. He smiled evilly and said, “I told her the prices went up.”

I was waiting on another table close by to them when all of a sudden I hear: “Yoohoo! Waitress!” and from the corner of my eye I see her waving her arm up in the air to get my attention when I was quite obviously speaking with other customers. I had to look over and put a “hold on” finger up because she just wouldn’t stop saying “Yoohoo, yoohoo!”

It was unbelievable. She didn’t quite snap her fingers at me, but the “Yoohoo!” was close.

I go right back to her table – and she wants a refill of her coke. Her HALF FILLED glass of coke. Yoohoo, my ass.

Seriously people, there is a lesson in this. When you go out to eat, have some freaking patience with your server. Be aware that you might not be the only customer he or she is waiting on at the moment. Also, when you act like an idiot and beckon to your server like they’re a SERVANT, you’re not just embarrassing yourself, but you’re embarrassing me and every other customer in the restaurant with your bad manners, ESPECIALLY the poor woman who decided to dine with you.


Waiting For What I Want

I was unemployed for the first half of this year. I was laid off from my job in December, which was a blessing in disguise because I hated that job and was miserable, mostly because of my boss who was a millionaire and a criminal, doing what he could to be a money-grubbing asshole and asking me to lie to tax auditors for him. No thanks, lay me off before I go to the police. That’s pretty much how that went down.

It didn’t help that when I got laid off I was in the throes of a crippling bout of major depression. I was more depressed than I’ve ever been in my life and just couldn’t handle the stress of work anymore. I spent most of last December crying in my bed and worrying the hell out of my parents, who eventually saved me from myself.

So, unemployment. Most people immediately start looking for jobs and will take anything they can get, but me? I was just too depressed for that. Job searching is one of the most soul-crushing, depressing, scary things imaginable, right? So every day I asked myself how I was supposed to go out and look for a job and actually perform a job when I was in such a dark place.

For months, I halfheartedly applied for jobs I didn’t want or knew I couldn’t get. I didn’t get called for a single interview at any of them, which was quite discouraging since I thought that after my last job I had mad skills and would be a good addition to any office environment (if I could only get out of bed in the morning, which I couldn’t.)

Throughout all this time, I was writing. Writing short stories, working on novels, doing online writing challenges – every day I was writing.

It was during this dark time of the soul that I came to the realization that there is really only one thing in the world I am happy doing, and that’s writing fiction. I want to be a writer. Well, I am a writer, but what I want to be is a published author, and there was no way I was ever going to reach that goal stuck in the kind of job that sucked the life out of me day after day and left me in the evenings a tired husk, my brain fried. I knew I needed to make money, but I didn’t want to make money at the expense of my writing.

What to do?

There’s a restaurant up the street from my house. I could walk to it if I weren’t so lazy. I’ve eaten at this place a million times and always thought to myself how great it would be to waitress there, they must make so much money, oh, how I miss waitressing. I waited tables for seven years in my youth, and after having my daughter thought that I should get a “real job.” How wrong was I?

So, I applied at the restaurant and waited. I was putting all my eggs in one basket, I know, but after a few weeks of waiting I finally got the call for my first interview after unemployment at the place I wanted to work at most, and surprise! I got the job.

Some people might think that going from being an office manager to a waitress is a step down. The place I work at is more like a diner/family restaurant. Nothing fancy. You drink out of plastic cups and wipe your mouths with paper napkins, but the food is delicious and the rest of the staff is great.

The thing is, I knew the moment I got laid off from my last job that all I wanted next was the kind of job where I could just go in, do the work, and go home. No drama, no stress, no worrying about what was going to happen the next day or next month, no worrying about someone else’s business. I just wanted something brainless and easy so that I could come home every day and focus on the one thing that matters to me: writing.

What went right for you this year?

This #Reverb13 prompt was easy. I got the job that I wanted and now I am living the life I envisioned for myself while I was on unemployment. I get up in the morning and have hours to do what I want before work and hours to do it again after work. I have written more in the last year than I ever have in my life, hundreds of thousands of words, and now I have the time (and the brain power) to work on my goal while I keep my little family afloat. Sorta. But that’s a post for another time.