Just a quick post to let you all know that the Horror Stories section of RagingServer.com is now up and running.
I have had another exhausting day today…another double shift.
Once again, the Ribeye is involved in drama at work.
Last week, during a conversation with a couple of other employees, we got onto the topic of underage drinkers.
After promising it forever now, the RagingPartner and I have finally got my Horror Stories page ready for action.
I must say, this poll has been a quite successful one for being started a day and a half later than normal. There were some heated tempers, and some very passionately hateful e-mails sent to my account. More e-mails than votes on the poll, so some of the messages I got were from non-voters. I have to say, even with all the no votes, if you add up all the yes votes on here, the yes votes won out by a long shot. At any rate, here are the results:
Do you think T-Shirts and other clothes with
It’s 5 am here, I have to be up around 10-11 in the morning, and I haven’t been able to get a wink of sleep….
I just want to sleep…
I even went swimming last night, which normally makes me sleep….
I guess we’ll find out later if I manage to get any sleep or not….
Welcome back to RagingServer.com for the 19th edition of The Round Table. I’ll be your host this week. I’m again going to have to redo the schedule, being that some of the people who are scheduled to host haven’t blogged in months. Oh well, I enjoy doing it. I would like other participants and hosts though, as the same few people can’t keep doing it themselves.
That being said, let’s get started.
Manuel of Well Done Fillet is writing a Restaurant Industry Dictionary, and I must say his entry on Americans is quite flattering. “Brother will fight Sister for the right to serve Americans” he says. Oh if only we felt like that about foreigners here in America….
Working the drive thru window with Seafood Suzy. A lesson in patience?
What is it about reservations that make people crazy? Why do people think that making reservations gives them the right to be evil? Restaurant Gal is dealing with a group that is trying to work the system to their advantage. I hate people.
I guess I’m not the only one who thinks that Christians need to re-think things, and that Jesus doesn’t solve all problems. Ryan at I serve idiots has his own opinions on the matter, and I really respect his opinions. Read, and be warned, he might piss some of you off as bad as I do, and that’s a good thing!
Finally, here at Raging Server, I caused a bit of controversy in telling people about the Old Man and the T-shirt. I still say that we were in the right in kicking the old guy out, and that the wearer of the T-Shirt in question wasn’t doing anything wrong. It’s free country after all, and where I work is 18 and up unless there’s adults to supervise the kids. Old man had no right whining about a shirt, especially when there was no kid with him to whine about.
Come back next week, for more of the Round Table. If all goes right, it will be hosted at I Serve Idiots.
Thanks to ‘The Angry Pharmacist’ for sending me this video. Anytime any of you want to visualize my Saturday nights, please watch this video. The singers in this video are the exact copies of LaVulvula and Sharicia from last week.
Have any of you heard of the Dove Awards? These are the people I got to deal with at work today and tonight. Those who sing for Jesus..
The Jesus Singers are evil people no matter how “Christian” they claim to be.
They came in like a swarm, starting around 2:30 today, once I was the only person left on the floor in my area. They swarmed the dining room. They swarmed wearing nice clothes, and ID badges to get them backstage. They also slammed our skeleton crew kitchen today, ordering hundreds of dollars worth of food and then bitching when it wasn’t out in 5 minutes or less like a fucking Burger King.
I had lots of complaints, and lots of bad tips today. I had a few good ones, not enough to make it worth staying for a full double shift, but what can ya do.
First table: “We’re singing at the Dove awards later. Please pray with us that we do a good job, it would mean so much if you would!” I didn’t have a chance to tell them I was a sodomite Pagan infidel before heads were bowed and they were invoking the names of various Biblical Prophets and Jesus Himself.
Second table: They seemed to be dressed in their Sunday best, however, their Sunday best was truly Redneck Chic. The mother of that demonic horde of groin spawn was extremely large. Think of the “Dark-Sided” Woman from Wife-Swap…
As I walked to the table, I was greeted with the sight of her holding a baby….to her…breast. The memory still makes me want to puke. She wasn’t just holding the baby, her other hand was forced to hold the breast….it’s size, it’s blubbery size…she had to pinch out the nipple for the baby because it was surrounded by the fat. She let her nip go as I walked up, startling her, and like one of those parasites that burrow into the skin of kitties and people alike, it wriggled back into it’s hole. I turned away, said “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” as quickly as I could, and barely made it to the bathroom. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem seeing boobs, but that was just about the sickest thing I’ve ever seen. They stayed for 3 hours playing games, then tipped me 10%. They too, chose to include me in prayer without my consent.
Table 3: By far the best table I’ve served in a while. Party of 7. Attendees of the Dove awards, but not singers or anything. Just people who were going to watch. They didn’t ask me to pray with them, they didn’t ask to pray for me, they didn’t even pray! They did however treat me like a person and not a slave. They did however talk with me, and they were very nice people. They tipped me a very nice rate of 50 on 200. I hope to see them again this weekend. Hopefully, they weren’t leading me on like some of my guests do.
Table 4: This particular table overheard me talking with my friend about the RagingPartner, and they figured out that I was a homosexuadaggah. They chose to pray for me for having a “perverse heart”, before requesting a different server. I made sure to inform them that not only did I have a “perverse heart”, that I was also a Pagan Infidel as well. They ended up leaving.
I had to endure more singing of praise than I ever had to deal with as a child, or on any Benny Hinn show. I’ve said it before, I don’t like dealing with religion at work, and now you all know the truth. I am a Pagan. I’ve been called a “godless infidel”, and a “western infidel”, and “Satanist, devil worshiping bastard”, and none of those things are true, especially not the devil worshiping part. It’s not that I disbelieve all Christian beliefs, it’s not that I don’t believe in Jesus and in God, I just have other beliefs too. Those don’t involve listening to the songs of worship while I’m at work. I don’t care if it’s the mighty Gospel awards, Gospel gets on my nerves even more than hymns!
With the exception of my 50 dollar, 25% tip that I got today from the one group, I never once got anything more than 10%.
So much for the generosity of hardcore Christians. It’s the Christians that don’t force it on ya that are generous. They’re the ones that understand that God just doesn’t pay the bills, no matter how hard they believe otherwise.
I don’t hate all Christians, I don’t even hate most of them. I just hate having praise forced on me!
Thinking about last night, I started also thinking about a Shirley Q. Liquor “song” called Ice and Liquor.