- “Hmmm, she REALLY needs to get those roots done.”
- “Wow, she said thank you!”
- “Damn, he’s tall.”
- “DAMN! He’s short!”
- “I need 2 Advil liqui-gels…”
- “That walk-by-farting was un-called for.”
- “Some bad friend of hers lied to her and said, ‘girl you look good in those – wear THAT!'”
- “Oh that couple will make a good post later on tonight…”
- “Please stop kissing @ my bar for 20 consecutive minutes – her lungs need air and my customers need vodka with their olives…”
The suits came in last night – ordered their Spotted cows & dirty martini’s and talked about whatever they talk about. Fast forward to drink #3, things got interesting (and louder); it got to the point of lower & middle class people who are “in trouble” in this economy. They basically called them all lazy – unbelievable. Well kinda.
While there will also be exceptions to every rule, their whole approach to how these “lazy people” live their lives was eyebrow raising. Especially since these were trust funds babies who act like they’ve never even wiped their own brow without help from ‘the help.’
“If those people would just pay their bills on time we wouldn’t be in this mess. People are just going to have to hunker down and put a bit more elbow grease into the lively hoods of themselves & their families. Obama’s going to have the whole damn country on section 8 & food stamps…”
Umm, come again? Not all middle class people are irresponsible breeders, just like all rich or wealthy persons aren’t pretentious assholes. People usually do what they have to do to get by; it just depends on their route and what they’re capable of and what they feel comfortable with.
Example, a couple of friends that I went to college with: The one that lives in Chicago has two teenagers and is a widow. The one that lives on Long Island is a make-up artist and lives with his two 2 cousins in a house.
Now, both of these people worked at their chosen profession with their degree until they were laid off. One is working through temp agencies and bartending at a gentlemans club and one is working as a cashier and moonlighting as an escort through a long time agency. After some time they’re making it work and are doing quite well for themselves and their familes. Why? Because – you do what you have to do when you have to do it. When you owe money for things the collector on the other end doesn’t care WHAT you have going on; they want their money. Doesn’t mean it has to be long term but, bills still gotta be paid, people need to eat, toilet paper and sanitary napkins still have to be bought, kids have camp/school trips that need your attention and gas still has to be put in the car (or your MetroCard has to be loaded…) among other things.
So let’s weigh a couple options using the suits from today’s logic/way of thinking.
- Stop trying to work altogether, get on public assistance until something better comes along.
- Continue to hustle on their own on the daily grind, pulling themselves up by their own bootstraps making it work without handouts.
- Sit in the house and starve/give up while life goes on around them.
- Grand larceny, start mugging people and pulling off stick-ups.
Do people know their are individuals who used to make (beaucoup) ‘Boo-Coo’ bucks now looking and applying for ‘jobs’ that pay only $30 – 45K vs. $200K+?
Most of these people had a great job, college or no college, and made a decent living not bothering anyone or asking for anything. “The times, they are -a- changin'” and it ain’t pretty. Some things aren’t going to change. People are always going to be willing to pay for things. Things like fucking, drinking, housing, food, even water. Just like other people will never know what it’s like to walk in another persons shoes. Not everybody has it all, nor would most want it IMHO; a lot of workers are taken for granted: housekeepers, bank tellers, teachers, day care workers, the guy that fixes the copier, the person that makes your sandwich at the sub place, hell, maybe even your bartender.
What would you do without them? Who would you talk about then? Only time will tell.
I love my line of work. Take care.
I leave you with this little quote:“Business bad? Fuck you, pay me. Oh, you had a fire? Fuck you, pay me. Place got hit by lightning huh? Fuck you, pay me.” – Henry Hill, Goodfellas (1990)
You’re drinking; okay. You’re flirting; fine by me. You’re dancing and enjoying the music; fuckin’ fan-tab-u-lous. You’re past tipsy but not quite wasted; I’ll call you a cab if need be. But why oh WHY do females feel the need to take their shoes off in a bar. A BAR. Do you know what’s on the floor in here? I know what’s lurking back here before we clean up @ night but my goodness…
Chicken wings, fry wedges, GLASS, spills, VOMIT, cigarettes and other QUESTIONABLE LIQUIDS. That’s just nasty. If your feet hurt, cop a squat or bring flats in those big ASS purses y’all bring to the place (which I also wonder why THAT is, but I digress…)
It’s nasty; don’t you have any home training?
“And here we have arrived at the so very complex concept of tipping. These are some basic rules when it comes to tipping properly, and please remember the only money that we make at work is from tips. My paycheck is literally “VOID” every week because at $3.70 an hour once taxes are taken out, there is actually zero left.
1. Tip 20% every time.
2. Tip on water orders.
3. Tip on free drinks.
4. Tip at least $1 per free drink. Like I have stated before I make nothing off of sales, so whether it costs $15 a drink or nothing at all, I still need a tip.
It will help you to get your next one with lightning speed and a friendly smile.“
“Another thing that I do not understand is guys flirting with me all night long, asking me out, scrawling their number on a napkin, and then NOT tipping me 20%. First off, I am not going to date anyone I meet as a customer at my bar, ever. I am especially not going to date someone so wasted that he sat there my entire nine hour shift staring at my chest, and mostly I am not going to even consider dating Prince Charming if he doesn’t even tip well! Also, for you guys, do not touch me, ever. What makes you think you can reach over the bar and touch my arm or hand? When I have to go to your office and ask to open a new bank account, and you get a phone call that interrupts the process, do I grab or caress your arm so that your attention comes back to me? No, so I ask for the same respect back.”
“Something nice that you can do to help you get quicker service is offer to buy me a shot. I will have one with you and I will probably charge you for it. But you will most likely end up getting quite a few shots back from me for free, so that in the end you will have spent less money and gotten more drunk, and I will be in a better mood overall. Everybody wins!”
…Read On .
A group of 7 melodramatic 40 something’s came in today. They had appetizers and drinks at the bar instead of sitting at a table. I could see they were there to talk to each other so I served them; 5 margaritas on the rock – 2 with no salt, 1 Old Fashioned, and a White Zinfandel. Keeping their drinks fresh and bar naps exchanged to fresh ones, I continued my bar duties while listening to their conversation over the soft music I was playing.
“…I’m sending my daughter to a private school; she’s starting college next year and there’s too much going on here in the city.”
“…I’m putting Sarah. in those new apts uptown -it’s costing us $XXX but it’ll be worth it.”
Madison WI. Safe. White bread. No Frills. Madison WI.
Where the grass is green.
…and your neighbors are probably smoking it. As a former New Yorker I get a lot of slack because of the way “I am”. Bar Side has that “NY attitude. A few girlfriends I’m friends with have let me know that when they first met me they thought I was a bitch. Some still do. Another thing I find funny is that people who I’m cool with now couldn’t stand me (and vice versa) when we first met. Well let me tell you something mi gente… Having this so called “New York attitude” has kept me safe for the majority of my life.
I like the way I am. No, I don’t smile a whole lot although I’ve been told I have a pretty one.
Yes, if I don’t like you and we have to be around each other I will tell you to your face.
No, I’m not polite all the time.
Yes, I’m real and will tell you the truth if you ask me (and some cases even when you don’t).
No, I don’t tolerate bullshit well.
Yes, I’m unorthodoxed in my parenting skills.
Being raised in NY by my mother was a life lesson. My mother told me to enjoy life as we’re only here for a limited amount of time but to be on guard for things because bad people will try to shorten my time here on this earth.
She gave me tools no amount of book schooling could come close to.
Two cliches I’ve noticed; common sense isn’t very common and keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
Those tools have kept me sane and prepared for much of the unexpected. I teach my teen the same.