HOLY FUCK
That being said let me tell you why suck an explicative comment is needed.
V-Day is the busiest day of the year for the resturant I work at, Black Angus. You have to understand excatly /how/ busy. Last year we had a major sewage problem and since the bar is so low, sewage seeped through the bottom. The bartenders were walking in 4-6 inches of raw sewage. The kicker? IT WAS STILL THE BUSIEST DAY. People didn't care about the smell, they just wanted their drinks and would get used to it or something. It did drive away some customers however.
This year wasn't so fortunate :/
I got to work around 3:30pm and about 4pm is when my first server got on. I started work, not to rushed at all, one table. Two tables. Two tables and a party table. Then my second and third came on. I worked a bit more and like the night before everything was good. Most times I have enough time to sit down between cleaning off plates but how the people were sat, and how many - I was running very short on the time.
I didn't a chance to myself until around 6pm, where I killed three loaves of bread within 5 minutes, getting DESPERATLEY behind in my tables. I wasn't clearing off plates fast enough or anything for my servers. I stopped doing most busser jobs for my servers and concentrated on only cleaning the tables off after they were done, and sorting/rolling up more silverware for the rest of the bussers (this is a time killing task but they need to do it bad).
Around 8pm people started to crack, fast. Jason and I wern't even talking at one point because we both were just pissed at how much we were working. The kitchen was PURE madness. No matter who was in there, it was yelling left and right. I tried to keep my sanity by singing my way through the kitchen, which just made more people mad and whatnot. Eight o'clock is also when my will to work was broken. I was talking one of my servers, Marion and said, "You know what? You rock." I have been saying this throughout the night as general 'pick me up' line. THe only thing that backfired was she responded with, "Well I have to be, beacuse you're not doing anything."
You have to understand, for a busser to hear that from their server hurts, bad. I didn't talk to her the rest of the night and worked like a madman to get her shit cleaned faster. I was pissed at her but damnit, I needed the money. By doing that I started to ignore Mel, a server that I really wish I could help. I always seemed to come a second to late, making her take all the plates away and me feeling like crap. She also bussed some of her own tables (another busser ego killer).
This madness continued NON-STOP. We were at a 3 hour wait at one point, pure mayhem left and right. 11pm we closed the door, the resturant was still packed. I'm not sure when, but I heard one of the servers just up and lost it. She walked up to the manager, threw her open checks in his face and walked out. Needless to say she doesn't work here anymore.
Then my fall. Hooboy. You've all seen those little trays bussers carry around? Well if you throw them down, you can slide on the carpet VERY easily. I usualy slide around like an idiot and have fun. Jason and I were exaughsted, only one table to clean each and we sat down. I threw the tray down and said, "Hey, you can slide on these ya know?"
I got up and ran, jumping on it. The thing I didn't count on was how weak my body was from the night, I slid about a foot, then lost my balance. With a twist to my left I fell hard on my hip and head. I'm not sure how long I was out, maybe only a minute, but the next thing I remember was someone petting my head and the sound of Jason laughing his ass off. I groaned and rolled over, then started laughing myself. I was in a great deal of pain but I didn't care, the night was over. It still hurts to walk up stairs and lay on my left side but oh well - at least the bump on my head is gone.
I made much better tips then the last holiday I bussed (Thanksgiving $16) and managed to get away with almost $60. The night before was also very lucritive so I walked away with $107 in cash over the course of two days.
... shit class, I will finish this post later.
Ok, back, its now 11:45am
Can you hear me now? Fuuuck.
Well, I have Half-Life, as you all know. I play just about every mod from CS to DoD to TFC and everything inbetween. One thing I enjoy is the voice communication they put in a while back. I can now curse and annoy the entire server just by talking.
But there is a problem, because I have a Sound Blaster card, my mic doesn't work, or something. So I thought it was my mic. I went out and bought a new one, no luck. Ok.. maybe its my soundcard, I'm due for a new one anyways. So I go out and buy a Sound Blaster Audigy 2, nice card and all - still no luck. So now I'm out near $100 just so I can talk on an online game.
I hate to bash Valve, but I wish someone would just say what the problem is, or say they will look into it, even if its a lie. With Steam being released (more like escaped) they probably are being ass slammed with stuff left and right. Oh well.
I love Navleen
