Monday, August 6, 2012

Bad Tips, Good stories

My feet ache. I have a massive headache. I am grumpy, ill, and irritated. I need a greasy cheeseburger and some trashy television. And a ginormous glass of ice water. I want to sleep, but my mind races over hostile situations and bad decisions made over the weekend. Although it feels suspiciously like a hangover, it is the residual effects of working 30 hours at a restaurant from friday to sunday night, a weekend warrior. Defined in college as "I started with a shot at happy hour on Thursday and ended with a pitcher of beer on Sunday Funday", weekend warrior has now come to mean "I served my first well done steak at 5:30 on Friday and slammed my last one down on Table 53 at 9:59 Sunday night". As I see it, a quarter life crisis is partly defined by holding a job or position that you can only PRAY is temporary. It isnt a career, but simply a way to pay the bills and survive, holding out for that day when your career begins. I began waiting on tables in college to pay for spring breaks and shopping sprees, now I use it as a way to supplement the student loans that allow me to attend graduate school and live on my own. The weekends, or "amatuer nights", provide the best opportunity to make money. As a weekend warrior, I always end with more money than I started with, but usually walk out  feeling like 60 year old woman with a hangover and a severe disregard for most of the human race. I partially blame Obama and Oprah for the rising trend in lower tips for servers (10% is apparently becoming widely acceptable). The rest of the blame rests in the obvious lack of education many people proudly demonstrate  when they hand me a 100 dollar bill for a 95 dollar tab, and tell me to "keep the change, appreciate your hard work." My desired response is "the only place this math makes sense is in hell", but instead I am forced to smile, and graciously accept their "generosity."

This general disregard for how hard a server works (aka, how hard I work) has contributed to a gradual decrease in my attitude at work and an increase in my desire to seek revenge on my "guests" (paranthesees are required to emphasize the sarcasm in the use of the word guest. the restaurant requires that this is what we call our customers, even though less than half of them actually behave in the way the word "guest" is defined.) Revenge is a tricky thing as a server. For example, the server in me wants to throw the "well done, but not burnt steak" on the floor and serve it with poisoned A1 to the moron whose wearing a cut off University of Florida jersey that originally believed the "filet mignon" was a fish and determined it was my fault that we no longer serve sliced bread for which I received a verbal beratement and later resulted in no tip. However, as an educated University of Georgia graduate and masters student, I understand that causing any harm to a guest would reflect poorly on myself, my future, and the company that I work for (although I hold them partially responsible for the decline in guest couth; anyone and everyone is attracted to a 2 for $30 deal) . As a compromise, I have come to the conclusion that the best revenge will be to capitalize on their poor behavior. I maintain that this blog will one day catipult me to the ranks of famous writers such as Chelsea Handler and Carrie Bradshaw. The stories I have accumulated over the years and continue to witness daily in a restaurant will be part of this greatness. "Your poor tip has made me rich and famous".

I wish I could pinpoint the exact moment in time when my attitude shifted from "I have 30 seconds to get their drinks out" to "I'll get their drinks out AFTER I finish telling this awesome story and check my cell phone." To compare, people often come in angry and bitter about a bad previous experience and often it reflects in the way that they treat me even though they have had days and weeks to get over it and try again.  I have a bad experience with a table at least every shift I work, if not more often, and it reflects in the way I treat everyone. I  now refer to my first table greets as auditions. You have 30 seconds to make a good impression on me and improve my attitude. If youre friendly, acknowledge my presence, answer my questions, and dont inquire about the free bread when I ask about appetizers, you have proven you are worthy of a smile and I will give you my name. Should your good behavior continue, I will reciprocate with varying degees of excellent (by my standards) service.

You will read stories about everyone else.

PS: If at any point you thought to yourself, "maybe its your bad attitude that resulted in the bad tip or angry customer", you would fail my audition. And I probably have a story about you.






Tuesday, July 24, 2012

THE Quarter Life Crisis

I have created this blog in order to delay beginning one of the the most boring school projects I have ever attempted. It is not hard, it does not test my competency or knowledge, it is just mind blowingly boring. It is so boring that I will not bother even describing the details. However, I am hoping, that this drastic attempt at procrastination is going to make me famous. You see, while I am in school to become a Health and PE teacher, I secretly want to write books and have a talk show like Chelsea Handler, my hero. My stories don't involve lots of drugs, but can include sex, alcohol, and mischief. It is these elements that I believe have contributed to what I am currently referring to as "My Quarter Life Crisis".

To begin, lets define what I believe constitutes as a "quarter life crisis". In order to do this, I will modify the characteristics found in the more popular  "mid-life crisis".

1. Desire and Intent to NOT act your age: The "Mid-Life Crisis" is famous for making people buy luxury cars, jump out of planes, and undergo expensive body altering plastic surgery. They fear the inevitabiltiy of getting older and believe that the activities mentioned above will make them feel young again, thus forgetting their issues with getting older. From what I have witnessed in movies and books though, is that a loyal spouse or wise son will make them realize how special their life is and how lucky they are. The sports car gettings traded in for the trusty outback and the botox gets removed and they find themselves aging gracefully. HA HA HA.
I look forward to my Mid Life Crisis. The "quarter-life crisis" puts you in the purgatory of adulthood. Some days you find yourself aching to go back to college, where responsibility was sometimes as simple as taking a cab home from downtown and it was acceptable to crack open a beer at 2 p.m. on a Friday because "you had nothing else to do". So, you get hammered on a Tuesday night, order "jager bombs" because they used to be cool, and then spend the next 2 days in bed because now, hangovers are deadly. Other days, you know you want more. You want to slide gracefully into the real world where days begin at 9 am and end at 5 pm, paychecks come regularly, and a beer at anytime is unacceptable because your Cross Fit instructor told you so. (Sidenote, I think cross fit is a cult but some of my real adult friends in some way have said this to me). So, you apply to every job you can find on craigs list, you devise a savings and spending plan, and then you buy a Groupon for some cross fit classes. What you learn: you cant drink like you did in college, finding a job that will one day allow to have the money to buy a sports car for your mid life crisis is hard, and deciding the direction that you want your life to go in is even harder. ADULTHOOD PURGATORY.
The concept is the same though: in both "crisis", you fear the future and try to regress to the past. The difference is the person in "mid-life crisis" often  will begin to embrace the future they saw before that gray hair sent them into a brief tailspin, a person in a "quarter life crisis" can see many futures but doesnt know which one to embrace.

2. Changing Relationships
Based solely on fictionalized characteristics from numerous movies and books, I have observed that for at least a short period of time, people in their "Mid-Life Crisis" become unhappy within their lifelong devoted relationships and seek out younger companions that allow them to frolick on the beach or cruise around town on their motorcycle. Eventually, they realize that frolicking is no longer a term recognized by their knee joints and their younger companion finds a younger companion. Affair over. The hurt but understanding spouse takes them back, nurses their joints, and the happy aging couple resumes the routine they established over 20 years of wedded bliss, promising to go to a salsa class once a month to keep things exciting.
For those that are stuck in the "mid-life crisis", relationships can can be tricky. My own personal experience dictates that those of us that are in crisis mode arent married. Why? Because if we were, the direction that our future is most likely to take would be much narrower. See statement 1. Instead of being devoted to one special person, we are still trying to figure out what kind of person we need to be devoted too. Sometimes we look for the life of the party, the one that can still chug a beer in 10 seconds and has TWO season tickets to every home football game. Other times, we find ourselves attracted to the hard working full time employee of a major corporation who makes enough money that will eventually be able to support a family and has FOUR season tickets to every home football game, with a tailgate spot (not in the family friendly zone). Some find themselves in long term committed relationships, but question the longevity or authenticity of the relationship due to their own concerns about the future. Essentially, we are perpetually unhappy when single and perpetually unhappy when taken ( and our parents thought that puberty was bad).
In regards to relationships, the "quarter life crisis" will end not when 2 people rediscover their future together. It will end when one person finally finds a direction that they are happy to be moving in, and meets another person along the way.

3. Age and Duration
Culturally speaking, the "Mid-Life Crisis" has been depicted to begin when someone finds their first gray hair, when someone turns 40, 50, 60 or anywhere in between, or when their spouse turns 40, 50, 60 or anywhere in between. It can end when their roots begin to show gray again, when their younger fling begins to date someone younger, or when they realize that the prices at the early bird special do make a 5 pm dinner totally worth it. Hollywood does a poor job of depicting what happens if none of this happens so I am just going to assume that everyone snaps out of their midlife crisis within at least a year and settles into retirement by traveling the world and visiting with dozens of grandchildren.
I am also assuming that the "quarter-life crisis" is a relatively new phenomenon. Prior to this awesome economy those of us in our mid twenties are lucky to be graduating in, it was once said that college students would have job offers upon graduation. As far as I'm concerned, that is urban legend. Which is why I have determined that the "quarter life crisis" can begin on the day you graduate and you have to ask yourself "what now?"From there, you may find yourself working in a restaurant (more later on the angry waitress), going into debt because grad school is such good option, or finding a random temporary job just to avoid moving back in with your parents. Duration depends on how long it takes you find something that you love and can do until your mid-life crisis.
I believe that the similarity in both the mid and quarter life crisis is the term "settling". The difference is the outcome. A person in a mid-life crisis fears that they have "settled", search to find something better and different, only to realize that it wasnt "settling" at all because they have a past full of extraordinary memories and a future to look forward too. A person in a quarter-life crisis fears "settling", because they know that something better has to exist and wont settle until they discover it.

This first blog embodies the power of procrastination. Instead of reflecting on the best ways to supervise PE teachers (did you fall asleep just reading that statement), I outlined my theory on "quarter life crisis". Not only do I hope that long term my thoughts, stories, and ideas will make me more famous than Chelsea Handler, in the short term I hope that I will blog to procrastinate, and in return, you will procastinate by reading my blog.