Feb. 14th Hallmark Holiday

The night started off with a wine tasting and food specials. The manager figured since it's Valentines day we're going to get a lot of men trying to impress their dates by buying expensive bottles. Didn't happen. I did sell a $130 bottle... to a woman and her date/business associate? They had an expensive Pinot Noir and burgers. Weird match up. It was mostly two tops which was expected and the tips were good (in some cases great). D and I kept comparing couples all night. I had a mix of young and old, he had a few he's convinced were cheating on their partners. Yes us servers do speculate. I also had a group of single chicks celebrating being single. They had very little food and three bottles of wine. The new hostess was a nervous wreck though. Poor thing, no one warned her how crazy the owner gets when we are busy. I don't think she'll last long.

Bad Tipping

OK it's been nearly a week so now I have to play catch up. Tuesday and Wednesday nights were pretty uneventful. One big rush and that's it. Maybe it's the economy. Maybe it's the competition in the neighborhood. I think three new restaurants have opened within a 2 block radius in the past six months. Combine that with my idiot boss refusing to put anymore money into the place... Anyway D was back from vacation last night. After K he is my second favorite to work with. Between discussing politics and sports we spent the night playing marry, fuck or kill. Anything to make the time go by faster.

Feb. 2nd Geriatric Saturday

What an insane night. Why do people think it appropriate to rub their waitresses back as they are leaving? Where in the world is this acceptable? First off let me state that I knew it would be an odd night when the restaurant was filled by 7pm with mostly senior citizens. This is not normal for a Saturday night in downtown Manhattan. Maybe the manager started advertising in rest homes. In any event as one of my mature patrons was leaving he rubbed my back and thanked me. This was strange not least of all because I was taking another tables order at the time. I could never understand why people feel the need to talk to you while you are busy with someone else.

Fellow waitress (I'll call her K) also had a weird toucher at one of her tables. He kept grabbing her leg right above the knee to bring her closer to the table. She almost fell over a few times. I'm amazed she managed to keep from punching him. Another server I know despises being touched by customers so much that he always walks away seething and threatening to stab them under his breath.

K and I got a drink at a neutral place. We exchanged the usual gripes and made plans for the upcoming week. If I didn't work at least half my shifts with her I think I'd quit.