I quit.

 This weeks prompt I selected....

1.) A memorable high school job.

Except it is not a memorable high school job.  This one was a college job, or at least one of the many I had while I was attending Brown College.  Not "Brown University" - this was the COOL Brown College back in the day when Radio and Television Broadcasting was its main focus.

Yeah - I am "justifying" that choice just a smidge.

Anyresume.

I cannot say the name of this restaurant as it is still in business today - which is a shock to me because the owner is an asshole not very nice.  And whenever I see his face or hear the name of this restaurant my nose wrinkles and I make that face.  You saw it the other day here on this blog...

Whattaya Lookin' at Loser?

I was a waitress.  I needed a new job so I rolled up my apron and found a spot slinging hash, or pasta primavera, closer to home.  Heck this guy knew my minister so he must be all right, right?  And he was pretty cool in the interview and pretty much hired me on the spot.  I was a happy girl.  Then I started working there and in the short time I was there I:

• Watched him hire a chef I knew that got fired for embezzling from a local hotel.
• Got TOTALLY STIFFED by guys ordering round after round of beers during the SuperBowl - our restaurant was empty except for these guys, me, the owner, a couple cooks and the bartender - it sucked.
• Watched in HORROR at the way the owner and his son spoke to the servers.

...dum dum dum
Yes, I thought, he won't ever yell at ME like that.  He knows my minister for crying out loud.  Those other servers must be really REALLY bad if he swears at them like that.  I mean, wow.

One night I got a table early.  It was Friday.  I took their drink order and they ordered food right away too.  I served them their food and as it came up I got three other tables.

Bam
Bam
BAM!

But something was wrong you see.  My first table that .  Their potatoes were BLACK on the inside when they opened them up out of the foil.  Uh oh.  "Let me fix that right away."  I head back to the kitchen and bring back two more potatoes on plates and begin to take drink orders for my new tables when... "Oh Miss?"

Yup.  More BLACK potatoes.

I tromp back to the kitchen and show them to the chef that I knew and said "Dude, quick open me two that are not nasty so I can get back out there."  and right on my heels is the owner.

"What the FUCK are you doing?  Why aren't you out there taking care of my customers you stupid BITCH!"

Say wha???

Now keep in mind I had heard him speak this way before.  To more than one other server.  But my reaction was a bit "different" than theirs you see because IWILLNOTBESWORNATINTHEWORKPLACE no matter who you think you are.

I calmly took my ticket book from the back of my apron, handed it to the now stunned owner, and said, "Goodbye, you deal with them."  got my purse and left.


It would have been REALLY mature if I hadn't then cut my green bow tie up into little pieces and mailed it back to him after I got my last check.

Merry Christmas to all...

Every year there are the families that send you "The Christmas Card Letter". Or what is more commonly viewed as "The Brag Rag". Some are funny - Susie you know who you are - and some are just news about what happened in the last year.

I find it the most strange when you get one from people you see a lot - but then there are the Christmas Letters you get from people you NEVER see EVER.

Like I mean 2 times in the last 20 years I have seen these people - once on purpose and once by accident.

What is it about them that keeps me on their Christmas Letter list? Why do they bother? I mean every time I saw them it was - Oh we HAVE to get together, blah, blah, blah, blah. But, nothing ever happens. And the woman in this duo was one of my BEST friends in college - until, "the incidents".

First incident - she tells her dad she is marrying the guy and he cuts her off. So, now she has to move in with the guy...instead of me. (okay I understand this was not the end of the world, but I was excited to be roomates with her, okay?)

Second incident - I am over visiting them before I leave for my first radio job EVER. I used to get invited over for dinner all the time after they got married, but this was right after their daughter was born - so I just went over bearing gifts and to see this miracle baby. (she had a form of epilepsy and was NOT supposed to have a baby! She now has THREE kids) She corners me in the kitchen and starts GRILLING me about going back to college and getting a REAL JOB??? Like huh? You are not my mother - she is EXCITED for me, my aunt AND my grandmother were dj's in there day sister.

BACK OFF!!!

So, I moved away and when I would come home to visit - I wouldn't call because I didn't have a degree. She did, but she was a "stay at home mom" so fat lot of good it did her.

I write all this because there annual letter came today and it talked about how they have been married now for NINETEEN YEARS...Twenty in June, I know because I was one of the two attendants in their wedding. I read it and wondered - Why? Why do I still get this letter?

I mean - it is FUNNY as heck. It is written like a "newspaper" and the first story this year is:

Area Woman Finds Unfettered Joy in Pre-School Teaching Job
Jealous husband seethes, contemplates feeling joy in his own damn job

And then at the bottom I saw that the hubby of the duo left email addresses at the bottom of the letter. In the spirit of the DAMN season...I will email her on Monday. I pinkie swear.

I mean, she will want to know I am about to get my degree next year, right?

Merry Chistmas - this is my blog so no damn Happy "lame" Holidays from me kids!

Enjoy your time with family and friends & throw in peace on earth for good measure.