Sharing Isn't Always A Good Thing!!!!
When I worked at that BBQ restaurant a few years ago, I all but did an English Butler imitation, so I’d get the big tips, and most of the time, I did. At the end of the shift, I added up all my tickets and emptied my big waiter-pockets of the right amount of cash, and whatever was left was mine to keep, and believe me, I kept it. I took home more in tips each night than I made hourly.
What I have never understood, and in fact it makes me really, really angry, are restaurants that have a tip jar, where each waiter is required to deposit his/her tips. At the end of the shift, the money in the jar is distributed equally among the waiters.
WHO THOUGHT UP THIS RIDICULOUS PROCEDURE?
Doesn’t it mean that bad, lazy waiters who don’t DESERVE tips at all, will then get the EXACT SAME amount that the hard-working, diligent waiters get? How basely, how grossly, unfair is THAT?
Also, any restaurant that pays less than minimum wage, counting on tips to even things out, has evil, Satanic managers. And if that same restaurant also has a tip jar, then even Hell wouldn’t want the managers.
Is there a website that lists restaurants who do this? I would love to see the list, so I could avoid those places, completely and entirely. Poor servers don’t deserve to be tipped, and excellent servers deserve BIG tips. As for being required to share the tips, that is criminal.
Why, a society that condones such horrendous doings would probably approve of schools that mandate community supplies. . . .after all, everybody is the same, and nobody has the right to have more or better things than anybody else. If you’re hardworking and industrious and honest, that just means you should be happy to kick in for those who aren’t. Right?
Apparently, it is.
High Society in the Toolies
Hub was exhausted when he got home from school today, and I’m still exhausted from moving two kids from two apartments. So when he suggested Pizza Hut, I was all over it, even though Pizza Hut is far from a favorite with me. I once chipped a tooth because of a little pebble in the salad, and they charge extra for cheese with the breadsticks. But he likes it, so we went, and I was cool with it. Several of my former students are working there right now, and I love to see former students out there in the real world. . . you know, “working.” Mwahahahahahahaha. Being an adult is every bit as much fun as they expected it to be, right?
After we’d finished, he suggested that we go to WalMart; he had found a good deal there on the fancy calculators his calculus students need, and wanted to order some more for them.
So, we ate out, and we went to WalMart.
In this town, my dears, that’s a very social evening indeed.
Blowing Hot and Cold, and Blowing Them Out of the Sky
According to the digital thermometer in front of the Medical Center, it’s 108 degrees. I hadn’t really noticed; I haven’t had time to be hot.
Interpret that any way you wish; you’ll be correct. 🙁
I think I’ll get a big cup of crushed ice and section a few lemons into it. It’s the coldest thing EVER for weather like this.
And then I think I’ll watch Independence Day. I have no idea why; I’m just in the mood to see somebody kick some serious non-human ass. It’s been a long week, and I’ve got some serious dishpan hands.
I don’t do violent movies concerning people, but I do love me some funky out-of-this-world space opera wherein the good guys win. If the bad guys win, I won’t watch it. Or read it.
My nerves will not stand up under a lumber-truck ending. I’m a fragile and delicate flower. Movies with horrible endings traumatize me. Movies that are just plain horrifying all the way through traumatize me even more. I saw all three of these movies in the same week and I’ve never been the same. Some would call that a good thing. I call it Nightmare 101.
Now, I’m off to suck some lemons and blow some evil aliens out of the sky.
