Posts Tagged ‘waitress

22
May
25

My Reincarnated Family

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Do any of you…three readers of my blog…ever think about or believe in reincarnation? ‘Cuz I’m starting to think I’m not the only person in my family who has…been here, before.

About fifteen years ago, I had this strange, strong feeling I was a reincarnated burglar/thief, because, every time I pass a cop or hear a police siren, I get uneasy, edgy. It’s as if I’m a wanted man before I commit any crime. Maybe I was wrongly accused and jailed. Maybe I got caught and did my time, and now I’m trying to change my ways (or just not get caught, again). So, when other people have thoughts of running away from their troubles, I hesitate…because, probably, I know how running ended. ‘Not well.

And, I’m not just a vague crook. I’m a woman, possibly a lesbian cat burglar. That’s my theory. I can’t imagine ever being sexually attracted to a–hurl–man. But, I’ve craved handling women since I was a little kid. I was that “booby” kid. I also grew up to develop woman hands. You’ve heard of women who complain about having man hands. Well, I’m a guy with woman hands. They’re big with long, delicate fingers and nails that make women scream with jealousy (when theirs chip and crack). I also cross my legs…a lot. I was once accused of being gay, though I don’t see any of the tell-tale signs. At the time, I was very vain and a bit OCD; so that probably was a factor. I also don’t talk about sex or women the way other guys do. I’m not so…casual. And, I certainly do not enjoy group talk about things like sex, especially if it gets graphic. [Social discomfort and neatness should not be fodder for a gay stereotype.]

Now, if you spend some time with one of my nephews, you’ll soon find yourself astounded by how old he sounds and how he strangely knows ways to fix mechanical problems he’s never had, himself. He has no experience…yet he figures out how to get things working again. How? I say he’s a reincarnated mechanic or electrician, and, when he passed, he was a rather sedate, set-in-his-dry-or-plain-food-ways older man. All he needs is a tool belt with one big rusty wrench and a plunger. It’s no wonder he favors Mario Brothers games…HE IS ONE OF THE BROTHERS!

Then take my older brother. No. Really. Take him away–ha!

He can talk about the most disgusting things, sometimes surgical, during mealtime. Who the bleep does that?! Every time he does it, all I see is some careless medic, possibly from a previous war’s MASH unit, taking a lunch break in the mess hall. Just picture Alan Alda stuffing slop and some bland sandwich into his mouth while discussing a bad kidney situation with his cohorts. That’s my brother, if you take away all of Alan Alda’s charm. His tattoos (my brother’s, not Alan’s) only add to the ex-military, retired vet image. It’s as if he died patching up his crew from a sunken battleship. The way he crabs about government and politics…I’d say he was bitter at Uncle Sam after leaving military service. There’s no way he was a good soldier; my brother would be the first to blow the wrong thing away and then cry, “Game over, man! Game over! We’re all screwed!”

My dad, thief that he clearly is, must have had a similar story to my own. I’d surely forget a few crimes he’s pulled, mostly petty, if I tried to list them. Let’s just say he’s good at getting away with everything but murder.

My mom is definitely a reincarnated waitress who worked the same sort of tables into retirement. If she sees a hungry face–and she’s not feeling particularly darkened by the lack of daylight in her diet–she will often lay out a menu (not actual food, just a menu of what you COULD eat). And, when you sit down to eat something, she will hit you with alternatives as well as try to take your plates and silverware before you are clearly done. She probably annoyed countless customers with that oblivious haste to please some boss for a raise she never got.
That’s all I’ve got, so far. But, the cases are building. I’m sure I’ll find more, later.

[Thoughts? Oh, please share some. Surely someone has to read something I write and have the brain to comment. But, knowing this place…nope. I knew it when I joined. And, it’s only more apparent, now. Echo…echo…echo…]

25
Jan
25

The Waiter Gamble; How Much Attention Do You Give Your Customers to Get a Good Tip

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I’ve been occasionally discussing and hearing about introverts and extroverts. And, upon hearing something about restaurant service, particularly how introverts seem bothered by waitstaff who ask questions too hastily/often, it hits me. It’s the waitstaff gambling with their customers.

The game is sorting the introverts from the extroverts. If they get it wrong, the tip should suffer. If they get it right, the customer will not only welcome the social interaction but be more willing to give a decent tip. But, the game only pays off with extroverts.

I get it, now. Yet, if it was me, do I want to take that chance? ‘Probably not. I’d like to think there has to be a better way to satisfy the curiosity and both types of customers…because, seriously, I’m with anyone who gets annoyed when the waiter/waitress asks how you’re meal is before you’ve had time to digest any of it. Ask me if I need more drink or anything before I have an empty glass or plate?…you’re crazy to me, and I won’t feel good about tipping.

–For those of you with short attention spans, class dismissed. You can go on your way. But, if you are open to deeper discussion about restaurant/customer service, continue.–

I’m not comfortable with the concept of tipping, regardless, because it feels forced/expected, rather than something to show gratitude for good service. I feel like I’m at gunpoint with a risk of leaving someone homeless if I don’t tip well. But, if you want a really good tip, I require or hope for a few things:

In short order: reliable friendship (even better if you can pass a welcome note), observant courtesy (not a forced act that fails to notice my status) and, when I have the appetite, something chocolate (but not just any chocolate).

1) Establish a friendship with me (so I’ll be happy to come back and/or see you, again, someday).

I know it’s not usually (if ever) recommended for/at a job, but I am too often starved for friendship. So, if you can be someone I can count on when I visit your workplace, I will be more inclined to offer a (good) tip or, maybe, something else that still benefits you (which might be better than money). Word of (my) mouth can work wonders. You might think friendship would remove the desire to tip someone, but that’s not guaranteed. I think, once I feel at ease and realize a tip would be a nice gesture, I’ll give one. A tip shouldn’t be a hoop I jump through. I should feel you deserve it.]

[I guess I need to feel comfortable and relaxed to ease the grip on my wallet. Don’t toy with that feeling or put on an act.]

It’s okay to be uneasy or nervous, but don’t infect me with your anxiety. If you feel unsure about something, it’s better to joke or admit it without using the word “sorry.” [Sorry will raise my eyebrow and put me on edge because now I worry something is wrong with the food or my money.] If you tell me you are nervous, I’ll be more considerate…and maybe ask why.

[If you’re in need of money, for any reason, I am not the sort who responds well. I don’t mean to sound stingy/cheap, but a beggar doesn’t bring out my generosity. When I see someone in need and know I can help, I will hopefully feel compelled (to help). If your toilet is clogged, and we’re friends, I’ll probably go buy a plunger if you don’t already have one. If you’re hungry and I know I can fetch you something, I will. That doesn’t mean I’ll be able to bring food every time to every person who happens to be hungry (unless I’m a waiter with access to that food).]

As your friend, if I notice you are in need of something, I’ll be more inclined to offer money/help. [Doesn’t that make simple sense? ‘Versus putting your hand out and saying, “Give me more/your money.”]

If we can’t be friends, so to speak, at least show good manners (which will be further discussed in my second request). But, understand, if we don’t “gel,” I’m not happy to tip you (if that’s what you’re seeking). As long as you don’t annoy me, I’ll still respect you, though. And, some days, that’s just as good as a tip, to me.

Friendly interaction does not mean we get into heavy conversation…because that means you either have too much free time (not enough customers and a chance the boss will take that out on you) or you’re not letting me eat on my own clock. If you want to talk–and, sometimes, I do, too–be smart and invite or offer a means of contact outside the restaurant.

**Hand me a phone number or email address with your first name, and you’re likely (not assuredly) golden. Personalized notes are usually a treat for me (occasionally creepy). [I like passing notes…though I never got the chance or nerve to do it in school. I can’t say I’ve had much good luck with passing notes, though…no…I cannot.]

It doesn’t mean I’ll respond to everyone who does this…but it’s better than heavy talk while I eat. Talk and eating do not get along. Not to mention, talking while eating means I eat/enjoy less food/drink and thus am less satisfied, in the end.

[A business card isn’t as nice as a hand-written note. And, if the card is offered prematurely or too casually, I won’t approve it (though I am an artist who may approve of a nicely crafted one). I’ll probably hold onto and dispose of it, later. First, you have to be sure I’m happy (not forced) to talk with you, which usually means I feel awkward for being too chatty while eating (and that’s actually a good thing). That’s your window to offer a means of contact.]

[If I am the waiter and talk too much, I can almost guess when a customer will turn against me. I’m already using too many words for this topic. I have to discipline myself…more than I actually do…because it’s too easy for me to slip, sometimes. And, that’s me not being a very social guy…a borderline introvert.]

[When my job is customer service, regardless what the business is, I make it my job to observe and learn from the customer, not enforce or expect based upon company policy. Good customer service is not dictated by one person who is not present in the moment; it’s not a standard you set or advertise. That sort of service is more like a souvenir or swag you come to buy than something that makes you comfortable and content. I enjoy customer service when I can read a customer and satisfy them without being a doormat and, ideally, without wounding my employer/business. If I don’t feel up to being that observant and/or courteous, the least I can do is maintain a respectful distance and let the customer request something of me; be available (but still not a doormat). Any employer who makes me feel pressured to be their doormat can rot in bankruptcy, no matter what you pressure me to say in an interview.]

[In my experience, friendship is better than a tip. But, I have yet to work a job that made me feel dependent upon tips. And, when someone, rarely, offers me a tip, I feel a little uncomfortable. If someone offers me good food (food I like) or something like clothing I would wear, as a “tip,” I’m more inclined to be grateful (if not a little speechless). I once had a customer bring me bakery from his daughter’s shop, and, even though it wasn’t food I particularly liked, it made me feel like a friend. A bonus or extra money for something I charge a fee (ie. a commissioned piece of art I made) is appreciated. But, if I’m not the one charging the fee for my service, if I’m not my own employer, so to speak, I’m unsure how to respond to a tip.]

[However, if I see someone working with me get a tip (and I don’t get one, too), I’m certainly agitated…and that has happened to me. I recommend discreet tipping versus overt tipping unless you have good reason. I’ve had moments, myself, when I felt someone deserved a reward/tip and made a minor public scene to deliver my offering (while casting a leering eye at those who did not deserve the same).]

2) Read the room…or, table, I guess.

This is not required in addition to #1. If you can adequately read the room/table without becoming a friend, I’ll still be inclined to tip you for being so intelligent and courteous. [But, a reliable friend would be nice.]

Reading the room/table shows you are being a conscious and, ideally, courteous server (though assistant would be a better word). That’s what gets tips (when a tip is a bonus for exceptional service). Any other type of behavior is some company enforcing a routine; you might as well be a customary hand towel or mint on a pillow. I don’t tip mints on pillows.

I’d throw in reading me like a book as a good thing. I fantasize about women being able to exhibit this skill (just as I get a little enjoyment when I feel able to read a woman’s thoughts and say something before she can put it into similar words). But, if you read me too well…and I detect that…and you seem to be enjoying yourself more than you’re making me feel comfortable (being so obvious)…I’ll turn on you. And, you won’t get a good tip from me. It’s great if you can figure out what I want or like, but don’t make it look so easy or amusing. Remain modest and polite. Reading someone is enjoyable, but when it’s too easy, someone may get hurt.

A good job of reading someone is knowing when a person is visibly stuffed or satisfied…or not stuffed or not satisfied. There should be visible clues. And, if you don’t get that much, don’t bother asking until the customer has emptied their plate(s).

[If I am sweating at my table or see someone sweating at their table, that is not the cue to get more anything. That means someone is overheated and/or bloated. So, if you ask that person about a refill or add-on, you’re stupid. If you’re going to offer a sweating customer anything, ask if they need water and what temperature they’d prefer. Water helps with digestion. You can’t exactly alter the air conditioning of the place to accommodate every customer, but you can possibly help them become more comfortable with clean, safe water at the right temperature. Maybe a handfan would help some customers, too. But, that isn’t something I expect any restaurant to offer; I’ve never seen a restaurant do that.]

Another suggestion might be finding a different choice of words, something other than “How’s everybody doing?” “How’s everybody doing,” to me, sounds like “How soon will you be done, so we can replace you with someone else.” It makes me feel like I need to get moving. I’m not eating fast enough to please your boss.

You pass by the table…you see what’s eaten or not fully eaten…you make an assessment and then decide if you need to say something. If you want or need to know if someone needs something, ask, “Does anyone need anything?” If someone at one of your tables doesn’t make eye contact, you don’t need to address them. You don’t have to go any further by mentioning an item (unless you’re good at reading the customer and thus can tell they want more). Let the customer fill in the blanks. You already said “anything.”

[A good sign of a customer needing or wanting more of something is when they smile and/or lick their lips after either sampling or finishing something. If you can notice that much, there’s a chance the customer will respond well to asking if they want another/a refill. Better yet, if you can offer one “to go,” the customer will probably–at least, I would–feel better about not only leaving your workplace but coming back to it, another time.]

[For me, personally, a chocolate dessert is almost always a good move unless I’m already bloated and/or sweating from what I ate (and probably need a “doggy bag” to finish at home). So, if you see me coming and offer something chocolate (not the dark or white kind), you’re on the right track. If I have enough room for dessert, I will reach out to the staff before I pay the bill. I don’t need to be asked about dessert…but I also won’t mind if you can tell I’m, at least, still hungry. But, more often, I will go to get something solely as a dessert rather than tack on a dessert to a big meal. Being stuffed doesn’t make me more generous with tips, either. That feels more like someone is inflicting pain on my body for money. And, if I am not visibly happy about my dessert, if I don’t lick my lips and flex my eyebrows while smiling, we both made a mistake…but it doesn’t mean I will tip more while feeling regret.]

[Why does anyone ask before the customer is done with eating/drinking something? I blame “the game” and businesses driven by this odd pressure to engage customers without courtesy. Forced courtesy is not courtesy. Conscious attention to a customer’s needs and/or reactions is. Or, at least, be observant of the table’s status before you engage a customer. A half-finished item is not the time for a refill or add-on, no matter what anyone says. All-you-can-eat pressure helps no one, in the end. I’ve seen enough places file bankruptcy to verify my opinion.]

On the opposite end of the scale, if you wait on my table with either a cold or overly cheerful presence, I’ll be uncomfortable and wary. Overly cheerful staff, people who seem programmed to smile and make everything sound “super,” are an immediate red flag to me. I don’t tolerate phony well. And, I hate the “act.” I don’t like waitstaff doing it, and I don’t like places that enforce it. So, if you don’t get a good tip/response from me, it may not be your fault, alone. It’s just the (way of that) place. I’d rather you be unfriendly and lost in your own head…but that won’t make me want to tip you.

[Phew! That was a long one!]

3) That should do it. Just two rather roomy expectations. Though, the thing about chocolate desserts could be considered a separate third and a perk/gamble. [If the dessert, or any part of what I order, doesn’t satisfy me, you can forget about the tip (even if ordering too much or lacking food/drink is my own fault)…unless your personality is so stellar (in my opinion) that the food doesn’t matter.]

[I saw an interview with Daniel Dae Kim in which he said some part of Korea had buttons at restaurant tables to buzz for service, versus waving your hands in the air or waiting for someone to come to you on their own. I understand the minor introvert comfort in that button. But, being empathetic to the waitstaff, if I was one of them, I wouldn’t exactly want to hear/feel the “buzz,” especially if multiple tables did that. And, to be honest, I’d expect some fools at the wrong time of day to abuse that button, just for a laugh. It might help light which tables need something, but it could also put staff on edge. And, no one needs an edgy waiter or manager. But, maybe a button that just lights up something at each table would be enough for a waiter/manager to notice and investigate. Or, maybe have the accent lamp for each table change the color of its light when a NEED button is pressed.]

29
May
22

Questions Are Pointless


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Are you ready to become more manly? ‘Because, typically, men don’t like to ask questions unless they’re motivated to sound mean; nor do they like to ask for directions (unless you are me). ‘Because I’m about to blow the need for questions right out of your vegetable mind.

Questions are a pointless, useless waste of time. If you listened to your gut instinct more often, you’d probably find more answers to your own impulsive questions.

Who has time for answering questions? Hardly anyone. And, anyone who DOES take the time to answer a question usually starts to get uncomfortable if you ask them a follow-up/second question. [And, like a certain brand of chips, who can resist asking more than one question?] Why? ‘Because they are on some sort of clock and/or under the scrutiny of someone “over” them (in the employment food chain).

If they are a lowly employee at some department store, they know some boss/supervisor is expecting work, not talk, from them. Sure, satisfying every customer is priority, according to the PR manual. But, according to the management manual, which trumps the PR manual, there is no time for talk, much less answering questions. Instead, the lowly worker should focus his or her energy on tidying the workspace, even if that space looks sufficiently tidy or will be returned to its present untidy state within the next half-hour (because the messes never stop when customers refuse to respect the store and fail to keep a firm reign on their children).

If they are a higher-paid professional, a doctor or dentist, for key examples, time is money, and your contribution for one visit isn’t worth the professional’s precious time. They have a string of appointments booked to tap multiple pockets for moolah. The more people they can see in a day, the the more money they bank. You might need to know a number of things about a procedure you need, but if those questions don’t feed a vending machine with something bigger than a dollar, you’re not worth the effort.

Similarly, a waiter/waitress might be given a bigger tip for being extra nice/helpful, but there is no guarantee one really good tip will outweigh ten tips from as many customers tended in the same amount of time. And, there’s no guarantee even the best service will receive a great tip. So, even if the waiter/waitress asks YOU if you have any questions or need anything, keep your response brief and to the point. There’s no time to socialize or ask questions when the staff is on the clock.

If you are not at work when someone asks you a question, you might be otherwise occupied with some kind of technology. Isn’t that the norm, these days? If you’re not sitting at some computer, more often a laptop than a desktop, you’re thumbing a device which is more computer than it is phone or using some sort of music-generating machine to distract yourself from the lackluster reality that is your life. So, when someone comes to you with a question, they’re just disrupting your self-therapy or addiction…unless you’re a YouTube-er answering viewer questions during a “live feed.” No one about to snort some white powder off a mirror or suck on a pipe wants to be disturbed by a bothersome chunk of chit-chat, much less a buzzing question-fly. They want only to hear their own thoughts for as long as they can stand them before drowning out those thoughts with some sort of mental distraction. And, I know I just said questions are distracting, but no one wants that kind of distraction. So, take a number and then go toss it in the trash. No one wants to take your call (unless it puts money in their bank).

Have you ever called a hotline or customer service to get an answer? Did you sit on the line long enough to become restless, annoyed and/or otherwise uncomfortable? There’s your answer. No one is “available” to take your call. You want answers? You’re going to wait until it hurts. And then, maybe you will think twice about calling for answers the next time.

[Notice the difference when you call to place an order or transfer money. It sure seems like service picks up speed when you do. Have you ever waited to contribute money to a charity, like PBS when they have their more-than-once-a-year telethons? I doubt it, unless the delay is caused by a lengthy paperwork process for claiming one of those “thank-you gifts.”]

I’ve already written about celebrity interviews, more than once before. Interview questions are stupid. And, so are the answers. The people answering the dumb questions sound like they’re applying for a job. And, the answers are as static as the questions. Everything is “amazing” and/or “wonderful.” No one among the staff and cast was a pain in the butt. Nothing negative will be shared in the interview. [Am I being redundant? You betcha. And, so are celebrity interviews.]

So, you see? Questions are pointless…worthless…annoying and distressing.

‘Got a question? Answer it, yourself. FIND the solution. Don’t expect someone else to give you one. If you want to lose money asking questions, that’s your loss. Other people want to keep making money with their precious time.

The next time you feel the urge to ask a question, slap yourself (and try not to lose/break your eyeglasses). Maybe that will produce an answer.

If you are now more reluctant to ask questions, after reading my rant, do you feel more manly? Do you see any new chest hair or whiskers on your chin? How does it feel? Good; right? [Well, not the hairy part. No one really needs to be that hairy. But, that’s a rant for another day.]

[If you answered any of the above questions, you’re not ready, and we have a lot more progressive work to do.]

 

10
Dec
19

Happy Birthday, Tay Swift! Week 5

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So, this is it, the week to celebrate.   The special day is not far away.  [And, another special day is even closer.]  Let’s put together the pieces from the past few weeks.

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In case anyone is wondering, the odd texture to the above and certain other prints is intended to make the pieces look like paper placemats you’d find at a café/diner, to go with the ad images.  The above also features typical “leftovers” from a café visit, the ketchup and mustard residue, toast crumbs and coffee cup stain.

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FIND OUT, NEXT WEEK, AS THE BIRTHDAY TAY PARADE CONTINUES!!

And, now, some special presents for the birthday gal and her fellow adoring fans.

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Happy birthday, Tay!

You’re something special in this world.

And, I hope I can always treasure you.

Sincerely, a very inspired artist who would love to create and travel this universe with you,

Writingbolt

 

19
Nov
19

The Birthday Tay Parade, Week 2

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I’m jumping ahead; I am intending on posting new pieces each Friday, even after the (first of two) special day(s).  But, I guess I cannot wait (and cannot be sure I’ll get the time this Friday).  So, enjoy these a little early.

I’m sending out invites (to a fantasy party)…

…and enclosing the first pieces of a three-part puzzle I will call…The Masked Artist.

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Let’s hear it for…the waitress (and all the variations of the image I crafted).

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