yeah, seems like it’s common, except maybe LA. In LA, there were two classes, the “aspiring actors” and everyone else. The two groups didn’t mix much, and every restaurant had some of each, so it led to a much more fractured atmosphere…not nearly as fun waiting tables in LA.
Yeah, and it started where the bi-curious girl would convince herself that she was a lesbian and moved in with the serious business lesbian. Then seven weeks later you’re helping her load a goddamn uhaul for the second time in two fucking months.
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That would be really annoying.
I really enjoyed Party Down though - but they were mostly all aspiring somethings.
TLDR tipping experience
In my case, I used to run charter boats for people renting out a boat for the evening/day or whatever. It was mostly a party boat that stayed inside the harbor but we’d rent it out to whoever, but we had a few other smaller boats as well.
Tips were like half of what we made. Our hourly was shit compared to the tips. The owners made this clear when the customer booked the reservation and told them we expected anywhere between a 10-15% tip on top of what was charged (which is still the cheapest in the harbor).
Anyway these fucks would still come on and try to stiff us at the end of the night by wandering off and just being like “oh so and so paid for it already.” They would try to stiff us on the tip like only 10% of the time but that 10% was horrible to deal with. It was part of my job to chase the people down for a tip because if you didn’t get a tip the crew would basically go unpaid and they’d all be pissed at you for a while. It sucked.
There’s no more awkward thing than chasing someone down after you’ve provided great service all night for 5-6 hours and being like “yea, so about my compensation…” I know servers chase down people for tips all the time but to me, it was horrifying to have to do.
By far the worst groups as far as tipping went were school field trips, and then very close after that were were young people in their 20’s. However, the people in their 20s were much worse because they were harder to clean up after than children. I’m talking puke, tampons flushed down the toilet that is not meant to take tampons, etc. Idk why but they just didn’t tip well, probably just looking for a budget booze cruise.
The best tipping groups were company parties where the company is picking up the check and the head lady/guy did not give a FUCK what they spent, and my job was to tell my crew to sweeten them up too. They were great because they were an automatic tip and you could treat them however you wanted.
However, 50th birthday parties were the real dream. For whatever reason, in my specific very privileged area of california, 50th birthday parties for 5%er white males is a really big event. Those parties you would hunt down who had the credit card, and just shmooze them up all night with free drinks and flirt with them a little if they were a woman. Massive, massive tips at the end. Our record was 2 grand. I somehow always missed working those nights, because there was a lot of politics behind who got the “good” parties and I always ended up with the shittiest ones, because I was newer.
Anyway, good times all around. I’d trade my current life for that one in a heartbeat, other than the pay was kinda unpredictable.
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The bins are pretty big. I thought the same about cartels.
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All this talk about lesbians at bars and restaurants
I need to know if this is a young beautiful people orgy or a scary old dangly ballsac orgy before I know how to feel about this.
It’s France. probably a bit of both.
don’t hate me! I like France!
Had a small box of sweet tarts earlier today, and my tongue has been on fire all day. I used to be able to demolish a lot of sweet tarts/warheads/sour skittles and be fine.
But the funny thing is my heat tolerance has increased through the years, but somehow my sour tolerance has decreased. Sitting here munching on ghost pepper nacho cheese dip and the sweet tarts from earlier are having the bigger impact.
That reminds me of an incident in recent years in CDG, I think. They had some kind of security announcement, so they were making people move upstairs, and someone with a luggage cart got onto the escalators. I got to the top, and there were posts at the top to prevent carts from getting on if it’s in reverse or something. The old people with the cart were just staring blankly (Obviously. How dumb do you have to be to put a full luggage cart on an escalator?) , waiting to be crushed, and the cart was blocking anyone from exiting. It could have been a disaster, and the cops were just standing there, not directing, not grabbing anything. I yelled (in English) and grabbed bags and threw them, and once the cart was empty, it was a little easier to move. It wasn’t funny.
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What are “CMP people”?
(Around Detroit/Cleveland)
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I did the most petty shit of my life yesterday and this morning. My apartment complex is small (60 people max) and is 5 stories. There are signs up that state masks are required when in common areas. Everyone follows this but 1 smug girl that just absolutely refuses. Yesterday morning I took the dog out and we both were going back in at the same time into separate doors. It was time for my revenge of having to constantly avoid her so I ran up all 5 flights of stairs stopping off at each floor and pressing the “up” button. She had to stop to an empty floor the whole way up. This is the worlds slowest elevator by the way.
Next up is this morning. Same scenario except I beat her to the button as I ran up to the 2nd floor where the elevator is idle. I rode it up to my apartment and pressed every floors button as it started going down to get her.
I know this is incredibly petty and probably only cost her like 5 minutes total, but she seems the type to just be completely confused by the situation so I can take solace in being in her head.
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Unless you do it as often as you can.
It would be great for my cardio.
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AOC dragging my congresswoman, which is sadly probably good for this lying sack of shit.
This is my guess.
Let’s do it guys
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