Currently I work as an account at a gym that only allows women.
Some of the ladies come to the gym just sit in the lobby and talk abouto food. Cruel. I also have yet to escape the fate of brewing coffee for a living. The ladies and I use that term loosely demand coffee Monday and Wednesday. We were out last Wednesday and I had to beat them off with a stick.
Before this job I was waiting tables at a local Diner. Some customers came in at the exact same time , sat in the exact same chair and ordered the exact same thing. I would prepare their drink before they could make it to their designated place. I knew most of their names. I would listen to their life story killing time. Most had very interesting stories to tell from there many years of existence in a seemingly far away time. Life seemed more simple and perfect when $2.15 was a good wage. That was my current wage.
The people that worked in the service industry left 20% or more others 10% no matter how good the service was. One man was always there and didn\'t tip. Ever I asked him one day if there was something wrong with how I handled his order due to the lack of tip for me. He simply said I can\'t afford to tip. His bill was always $5.40. I can\'t afford for you not to tip. Once there was a man with bugs crawling all over him.I didn\'t believe the waitress serving him. I decided to look busy rearranging flatware on the table near where he sat. Indeed he had black beetles of the new species from his planet. When he left there was a trail of little bugs, perhaps to lead him back like Hansel and Gretel. as I write about it I erupted in a laughing fit alone.all alone I have grown accustomed to being alone I joked that I would become the crazy dog lady. my dogs are literally my best friend\'s. I have begun the transition. it was painless. I\'m sure the future me would regret the change drinking alone with my old dying dogs racking up medical bills that would cost me arms and legs. I would keep one arm to open my beer that I went into debt over.