Old People...

...why do you have to be so grumpy?


Like, on the real. It's either they're really grumpy or they are just adorably sweet. I hope I don't grow up to be a grumpy, old person.


Tonight, I assigned a party of four in our mid-sized dining room because they requested for the quietest place to sit and talk. Our smallest room was reserved for a private event, so this was probably the next best place to take them. As I'm watching my boss take them back to their table, they just stare at the table like there's something completely wrong. As if there was a dead piece of road kill on it. My boss then guides them to our outside patio. Then, guides them back to the original table. The man lets his wife sit down and comes to my desk...and FULL OUT yells at me. He makes me recite to him the note that was left on the reservation. I say, "quietest table available. Preferably the back room".

He then says, "Exactly. You did not follow directions. If the restaurant was going to be noisy, you should have called me beforehand to tell me that it was going to be loud. I cannot communicate with my family if it's going to be this loud. You ruined my dinner and you don't know how to do your job."

ASSHOLE! Give me a fuckin' break. You're at a trendy restaurant and you want everyone else who dines here to whisper to each other for your sake? I don't think so. Not happening.

I obviously apologize for the inconvenience. There's really nothing that I can do about that. I don't know who the fuck he thinks he is to tell me that I don't know how to do my job. Hey Mister! Go shave the fuckin' hair out of your ear and maybe you'd be able to hear your family talk to you.

He then says, "the food here is great. The service on the other hand, you all need to learn how to do your jobs correctly. Make a note of this and pass it on to your manager."

I say, "Sure, I'll pass the information on to them".

Then he says, "No, write it down right now. I want to see you write it".

I don't write it down. Fuck that. I tell him that I'll let my manager know.

Turns out he already yelled at my manager. I'm flattered to think that he thought I was someone with authority. But, really. It is necessary to be grumpy like that to people? Especially me. I'm a pretty respectful person when it comes to my job, and life in general. I really don't appreciate being treated like some lowly person in the service sector. I don't give a shit if you're a celebrity, doctor, lawyer or you have nose hair sticking out of your nostrils as a symbol that you are over the hill are-- plain and simple, be nice.

On a lighter note, I have been offered a promotion. I am currently training to be the banquet/private event coordinator =] Exciting especially since the holidays are fast approaching and companies are going to start booking for their holiday parties. I have big plans for this place, and hopefully I'll be able to implement all of my ideas.

Also, last night I found out my roommate got a job with AmeriCorps. Awesome! So, right when she told me the news I said that I would be down to celebrate with her over dinner. So, I made my way out to San Francisco and ate at Picaro's on 16th and Valencia. The simple act of driving out there and trying to find parking made me miss the city life. I saw a ton of people on bicycles, countless bums hauling their recyclables and oddly-dressed people. I do have to admit, I miss that street funk, too. Gross, I know. I passed by the Victoria Theater on 16th and Mission where they premiered Macaframa last year. WHICH, I'm proud of myself for because I biked from there all the way to Balboa Bart. The only chick, and I was hella schoolin' the boys I was with. Anyway, Picaro's was awesome. I don't think you can ever go wrong with tapas. We ordered five plates and we were FULL. Everything was mighty tasty. To tell you the honest truth, I think it was better than Cha Cha Cha's. That's a big statement coming from me because I am a devoted Cha Cha Cha's fan. I used to go there after my bikram yoga classes at Funky Door Yoga in the Haight...mmm, jamaican jerk chicken and sauteed shrimp...I think I just got the chills thinking about it.


Alright, well hopefully I get my swag back into some humorous writing. What's wrong with me? I guess it doesn't help that I can't fuck around at my current job because now I have actual responsibilities. No titty flashings or drunk escapades at this place. I gotta act like a grown-up now. How sad.