I don't... I don't think you get it. Any of it. I bid you good day.

It's "Loonie". Because of the loon. Not because it's a little wacky. ;)

This is the nicest comment I have ever received. Thank you.

Reading Kitchenette has educated me on and convinced me of how much work and skill really goes into being a good server. Sure, I can spot the shitty service more easily now (WHEN it's shitty), but overwhelmingly I have been struck by how much effort and energy goes into serving when I dine out. I already knew this was…

Yes I agree. I have a master's degree and while I'm on the job search I've been serving. It was easy in college and grad school and it's a skill I have that I can easily make money with so it's my fourth serving job, but I'm SO TIRED of it. It doesn't seem worth it to find a different job (unless it's a job using my…

The AMOUNT of harrassment I put up with while on a tipped wage in Texas. $2.13 an hour to hear the word 'cock' or 'ass' out of another male employees mouth twelve times in a five minute conversation. This includes from the head chef and the fat, miserable owner of the restaurant. The butt slapping, the unwanted cheek…

Just addressing a few commenters who made valid points about the unusually high dissension and harassment between colleagues and workers in the hospitality industry.

Oh yes, I fondly (re: disgustedly) remember the time a customer picked me up, told me he was kidnapping me, and I swear if I hadn't screamed and started swatting at him he would have tried to carry me out of the restaurant. Worst part, he wasn't even my customer - he was just a dumb bar-hopping trolley guy (Chicago…

Oh look, logical conclusion is logical. Also, water is wet. News at 11.

I've seen women bring their babies to the gym/dance studio where I taught pole fitness classes. More than once, I had to go scoop up/rescue a baby who had wandered into a forest of stiletto heeled women who were kicking their feet around. Nobody wants to impale a baby on their stripper shoes. Nobody.

I love talking to kids before they learn to understand sarcasm. I can be as dry and sarcastic as I want and they interpret it as honest enthusiasm, which then translates into them thinking I'm great. It's a win-win.

kids have way better conversations, and they think i am hilarious (they are right).

i'm against helicopter parenting, but willfully neglecting an infant or toddler or specifically putting them in a dangerous situation? that makes me want parenting basic safety classes to be mandatory.

i am giggling so much at this rn. like i keep reading it and laughing and it's STILL FUNNY.

/checks pants - nope, still a woman!

While we were studying abroad, I never did more than roll my eyes. We were all in our early 20s and many of us were outside of our comfort zones, anyway. You don't want eat out or take the bus with us? That's fine, because there's ten other students who will. I was able to ignore her and not let it affect what I was…

I very briefly worked in a 'gourmet' burger place, a long while ago. For some reason, they had a venison burger on the menu, despite the fact that venison's pretty much inedible as a burger. Because of that, they had to hang it until it was seriously ripe, so it wasn't too chewy before mincing.

Connie; " Bobby ? Are you alright ?"

I got one like that (one of my phone numbers was similar to a local pizza place). Most of my calls were pretty normal ("No, their number is 7797, you called 7977." "Oh, sorry to bother you."), but I routinely got one woman (I am pretty sure it was always the same woman) who kept saying that I was lying because I…

I am thinking so hard about eating peas right now.