Don’t tip your bartender. I don’t care anymore, as I called in and quit this morning–first job (in 20 years) I’ve not given notice to leave. The GM was chuckling, and I asked him if he’d seen this coming. His reply was, “No, I wonder why so many people who say they have professional attitudes quit without notice.” Not wanting to burn bridges, I didn’t say, “perhaps you should ask yourself that question.”
So, as of today, I am running around trying to re-enter the hap-hap-happy world of retail until I find someone willing to give a chance to a smart, good-looking, charismatic guy like me.
I will explain, just for the record, why I tip bartenders a dollar a drink. Usually, when I go to a bar, it’s the weekend, and the place is packed, and I appreciate it when the nice man or woman brings me booze. I appreciate it in general when nice people bring me booze, but more when they’re running around serving a three- or four-deep crowd around the bar. When the bar isn’t packed, I still tip a dollar, because if I’m going to err, I’d rather err on the side of generosity.
Off the subject a little, but the best paying part time job I ever had was as a parking valet in college. This was in Scottsdale, at the Camelback Esplanade (pre movie theatre, if anyone knows where I’m talking about).
Keith Tchachuck (sp?) of the Phoenix Coyotes tipped me $60 once, for driving his car 15 yards:D
That guy that sells the original money making scheme on late night TV with black spiky hair tipped me $20 a couple of times.
Grant Hill was a cheap ass who didn’t tip me.:wally
I wasn’t a punk valet by the way. Although I did take a couple of cars around the block to “reposition” them at the end of the circle.
Personally I believe in the ‘if you had to walk a mile in their shoes’ proverb
Luck was that I started in Food services in my career and learned what it was to flip burgers, run a tap, make a espresso, deliver a pizza, and so on.
Most of the time these people work hard for the money and I always remember the jackasses to this day that gave me unneeded static and left no tips. And I want to give a word of thanks to them…
Thank you cheap ass, foofy hair, vaurnet wearing, capped tooth, fake tan, fatass motherfuckers for taking the time from acting like a scumbag to make yourself feel big by belittling a kid who rushed to get your order yet forgot the ketchup packets or your napkin. Your smarmy ass ,witless, dickless put down that I swore I would break every tooth out of you if I met you outside of work just because your two inch dick needs a big ass Jaguar to make you feel like the man …showed me I should never in my life EVER belittle a person no matter what he does and make sure to tip him or her if they do a good job of it. After all, that 5-8 dollars buys him a good lunch somewhere.
Oh yea, and I spit in your coke while you were bitching about me to your cheeseball wife smartass.
I would have picked it up and casually tossed it into the trash while she stood in front of me. I am a great tipper, and an easy customer. My roommate however sucks as a customer. Every order is an ordeal with a dozen questions/ special requests. I thought his working as a server at Lonestar would change his attitude, but it has only strengthened his opinion that the customer should get what they want- exactly what they want. I rarely send anything back (unless you bring me a steak or burger that’s well done – when I say rare, I mean I want to see a pulse.)
I’ve never worked in food service, but let me tell you retail can be just as bad. I spent a year at CompUSA and it was hell. I had four levels of managers watching over me, and the two nice left and were replaced be power mad assholes. And, despite the fact that I was the only one who could answer the customer’s computer questions I wasn’t permitted to switch out of the “stock the shelves/ sweep broken glass out of the parking lot/ never ever sit down” department. I was being paged constantly to answer questions from employees who worked in better departments. Plus, the customers can be assholes to boot. People wait all week for the loss leader items in the Sunday circular, but the old folk show up an hour early Sunday morning to get them all first. Then the rest of the week I have to tell people that the $8.99 joystick and is out but would they like to see one that isn’t a piece of crap? (invariably, “no”) And, they are never ever satisfied that an item is really out until I walk into the back warehouse and scratch my ass for a minute.
Plus security was a joke, the overhead cameras were rarely on, and there were no theft control devices on the products. One guy walked in, headed to the expensive merchandise counter, asked to see a $1200 digital video camera, then asked to see another one, when the employee went to the back room to get another the guy picked up the camera, put it in a bag, and casually left the store, his face was indistinguishable on the security tape.