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I had a dream
last night that my room was burning down, but I couldn't wake
up enough to get out. I've had similar "drugged" dreams,
where I'm somewhere between being awake and being asleep - it's
like I'm awake, but I feel totally drugged, like I cannot get
up. The dream takes place exactly where I really am - this is
why I can't decide if I'm awake or not. Something was sparking
up by my windows, and then the sparks broke into flames. I saw
it, felt it, and I thought, "This room is going to go up
in flames, I have to get out of here," but I couldn't leave
I couldn't get up. I thought, "I'm going to die if I don't
get up," but I couldn't. I thought, "I'm just too
tired. I'll get up in a little bit." I don't know what
that means.
My hands are asleep again. I woke up with my arms tingling,
and my hands feel swollen for hours. It's very strange.
Last night was very, very good. There were the assholes, there
were the generous, so it all balanced out. He's something that's
tricky: when a large table pays partly in cash, and then partly
split between two credit cards. They hand you everything, and
you want to say, "You realize that none of this cash goes
to my tip, right?" So, you bring back the two credit cards
to the two people who are paying with them. On a check of $120,
one credit card is for $21, the other is for $42, rest paid
in cash. The two with the credit cards tip based off of how
much they paid, and NO ONE tips based off the rest. The credit
card for $21 tips $4, the one for $42 tips $8. The table doesn't
seem to realize that I was tipped $12 on $180 worth of service.
Look people, if you can't even fucking do the math, stay home
and curl up with an algebra book until you join the rest of
us out here.
That happened with another table, but they didn't even add it
up right. With the cash they handed me and the two credit cards,
it didn't even fucking add up to how much the bill was. I swear,
these people are complete morons.
It occurred to me last night that every time someone tips me
poorly, I lose money. I actually do. It's not like you're not
tipping well, and I'm not making as much as I'd like to, I actually
LOSE money because I still have to tip out on how much I've
sold, NOT how much I've made in tips. Let me put it to you in
numbers. If I've sold $300 ($120 of it being alcohol sales)
worth of food and service, I should have made $60 for the night
(provided I actually get 20%). I have to tip out 1.5% of my
sales to the busser, 1.5% to the food runner, then 2.5% of liquor
sales to the bar. This means I tip out a total of $10.80, and
I'm left with $49.20 for the night. Now, if all my tables decide
to be moronic assholes, and they all only tip me around 15%,
then I only made $45 before tip out. Here's the catch: It doesn't
matter how much I was tipped when it comes to my tip-outs because
tip-outs are always based on your sales. Therefore, I still
have to tip out $10.80 even though I made $15 less than I should
have. Now, I go home with $33.20. This shit all really adds
up when you have a long night of sales. So, when we get your
bullshit tips, you might as well fucking rob me.
<blah,
blah, blah, Lori's such a whiny complainer, blah, blah, blah>
Feel this way? Then get lost because I will CONTINUE to complain
every damn night I come home from this bullshit.
I even had a good night last night. That's the strange part.
You'd think I'd be in a better mood about waitressing. I definitely
should be. Hmm...maybe because my arms are asleep every morning
and I dreamt that I was about to burn.
Tyson and Jack are doing very well.
I'm going to do some Yoga. I feel like my body has never been
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