Oh hells yes. The 80s in particular was a heinous decade for fancy dress. The 50s was divine.
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It Happened To Me: I Stopped Giving A Shit About That Website
She’s fucked up and crazy and this is mostly just dumb. But also, even though white upper and upper middle class folk are the people writing and reading most of this crap, can we just please stop it with the fucking whining about how terrible white collar jobs are and how people need to learn to take time for…
It definitely would! I’m just saying, being shocked by that sort of thing is not something I’d expect out of servers I’ve known. Still doesn’t make it OK.
Service staff do a job I would not have the psychological capacity to perform for two minutes, so I make it a point never to take my frustration at a restaurant’s policies out on the people who carry out those policies. I’ve had a few absolutely terrible meals (Thanksgiving dinner 2014 was an almost epic shambles on…
You’ll know if your food is not right after the first bite. It’s cold, it’s burnt, it’s over-cooked, it’s under-cooked, whatever. I need to know right away if it’s ok so I can make it ok if it’s not. It also makes the other people in your party uncomfortable for them to be eating while you sit there with a bad plate…
My restaurant requires we check in after 2 bites. But I will say their are plenty of people who need it bc you go back to check and they forgot they needed hot sauce or a1 sauce or more napkins.
He also sought out a sociologist from Berkeley to address the rampant shortage of blue cheese plaguing chicken wing orders.
I will never understand this attitude. I HATE the two minute check or whatever it’s called, when the waiter comes over to see if everything’s okay when you have taken 0-2 bites of your food. But it would never occur to me to blame the waiter for that. It literally happens at every single restaurant. Does he think all…
I couldn’t fit this in the post itself, but it made me laugh:
This is a story of how one of the worst days of my life ended up reaffirming my faith in strangers and in the human race in general.
On my fathers 50th birthday we threw him a surprise party. All eight of my siblings made the trip to be there and one of my younger brothers brought his then girlfriend and her cousin tagged along. I immediately noticed her gracefulness but at the time was going through the realization that I had failed at my chosen…
This is only tangentially related, but some guy at a house show asked me: "how many calories do you think you burn during sex." He wasn't trying to pick me up, he just thought he was cool by mentioning sex in a frank way. I said "none because I just lay there" and walked off. For sone reason thinking of that exchange…
As a seven year old, I raided the kitchen for my art supplies. I took some herbs, green food coloring, lemon juice, and turmeric powder to create this. My dad was so angry at me for destroying the kitchen and geting half the spice cabinet all over the floor, but he took this, and he framed it because he thought it was…
My mom had a degree in graphic arts, worked in a print shop, and taught photography at the community college. She quit both jobs to make almost double the money working in a battery factory. Following your dreams is nice, but so is paying the rent.
Sometimes I feel like lies don't count as lies when the truth is nobody's business anyway.
I'm just going to share this story from last Saturday. A good money-making night- the restaurant is packed, we're trying to turn over tables. Of course half of them are fucking campers. So when another 8 top of 40 something year olds roll in, I'm begging my manager to give them to me. Bright eyed and with an imaginary…