bitterwaitress

Wow.

 

City Hall restaurant - thanks for wasting my time guys - seems to have some trouble keeping staff, or the people who hire staff, or both.

 

10+ job ads in less than a month?

 

City Hall 

 

edit:  e-mails regarding this were not returned. imagine. 

It’s been awhile:

 

Page Six Online

 

Ah, Mr. Roth, to think I’ll be working just a few blocks from you’re apartment above, well, i won’t name the popular Lower East Side restaurant. RIVetING TON of stories though, I kNOw.

 

If you’re looking for the stories, click the link for Shitty Tipper Database. 

 

edit:  and now Grub Street

 

if only the New Yorker would come calling again, maybe I could live the leisurely life like Waiter Rant :) 

 

http://newyork.craigslist.org/mnh/fbh/559455189.html

 

These people have been “hiring” since early December if not earlier. Now I don’t feel so bad blowing off my interview.  

 

I walked by last week on my way to the new Apple store, and it looks nowhere near opening. But then again these things have a way of, well, not happening very quickly. My guess is March 15th. 

 

Update:  2/15, mored ads, including General Manager and Beverage Manager… 

40 looms large. It does so in the guise of 39. I’m not so much worried about turning 40, in fact it will be a miracle when and if (God willing) it happens. No, it’s 39, which I will be in a month, that I fear. Because when I turn 39, I can then begin a whole year of worrying about turning 40. At which point doing so will be a relief.This is pretty much the same thing that happened when I was 29; in fact, it was exactly the same thing (and to a lesser extent when I turned 34). This lead me to a habit - I like to call it a tradition - that many people will think is insane: about a month before my birthday, I will start saying that I am the impending age. So in that vein, everyone, I’m 39. And therefore I am worrying about turning 40.

 

40 is the new 30. I love whoever came up with that. It’s right up there with “Whatever happens in Vegas…” Whatever happens at 40, well, will happen at 40 I suppose. One of the things that I hope will happen at 40 is that I will no longer be in the restaurant business, unless it’s just for extra cash.As I type this I realize there’s always an “except.” I always leave that “out clause” which allows me to perpetuate working in a field at which excel and which I hate. Earlier today I determined that I will have a six pack (abs, not Bud) before I turn 40. I think that will be a lot easier for me to accomplish than to extricate myself from the restaurant business. Both involve suffering, both offer only fleeting rewards.

  

So why the “out clause?” I wish I knew, I think I might. Fear is the easy answer. Too easy. On the surface the reasons we stay stuck in life situations are always simple, and are always based in fear. On a deeper level the details are far more complex, like a weird set of intertwined roots in our psyche. As I read this I also wonder when we became a society so fascinated with self-examination, and what a luxury that is. People struggling to raise kids, battle poverty, deal with serious health issues - they do not have the luxury of self-examination. They are to busy trying to get by. I guess the “out clause” is my fail safe, my way of saying that I will always have a way of “getting by.”

  

One thing that I have been trying to get past, and which I believe I *have* to get past this year, is the self-flagellation that goes with having had amazing educational opportunities and still being, well, a waiter. It’s very disheartening to wait on people younger than I, overhearing them talking about their times at universities and colleges which I turned down. Twenty years ago. What do they have that I didn’t? I’m smart, cunning even, I work hard, I know my way around the English language better than most (go ahead, scout for misspellings), and I was multi-tasking since I was a 15-year-old busser. What have I missed that brought me to the precipice of 40 (I had to include that, it reads so cheesy) still in waiter black, where others with lesser faculties have gotten professional degrees, started their own companies, etc.?

 

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Increasingly, I want to move (back) to Los Angeles. (For some reason it’s more satisfying to say the full name than “LA”). I say “back” parenthetically because I lived there before, though I am not from there. Northeastern PA deserves the credit - or blame depending on your point of view - for that contribution to the global asshole fund.I like to call Los Angeles the “sixth borough” because there are so many NYC transplants and bi-coastals there. In the circles of TV, film, writing and restaurants anyway. But that term doesn’t roll of the tongue so easily which ruins it’s otherwise humorous impact. Like the nightly specials, it’s all about the delivery. No wonder some many of us are actors. me, I write the lines, or hope to.

 

I’ve come to realize that I am in New York right now for only two reasons: because I love it, and for the bragging rights. Now, we (in theory) love our parents, but we do leave them. New York is very nurturing, and very stern - very parental. You prove yourself to and in this city. You have to accept that your primary relationship as a New Yorker is with the city itself - more than any job, lover, sibling….maybe not child, but that I would not know. 

Bragging rights are hard to give up. We were the victims of the 9/11 attacks because we are the most important city in the world. Forget the DC attacks. Most people have. We are a city with a GDP larger than that of most nations. Being a millionaire here means nothing. 10% of all the nation’s tax revenue come from the island of Manhattan, and goes to build bridges and roads in conservative states that hate our social welfare and our tolerance of gays and lesbians.

 

To sum it up, this is New York. We don’t deal with you, you deal with us.

 

More on Los Angeles in a bit. 

 

by kaz 

 

Spanning a twenty something year old career in the restaurant biz, I have had the pleasure of meeting all sorts of characters. I’ve had the pleasure, sometimes dubious, of working in all sorts of places. And well, I’ve met people who simply sling hash and want to get off shift as soon as possible and met others who, after far too many drinks still want to stay and relay what’s really been on their mind despite the fact that it’s 3am and the shop has been locked shut for hours. I have to say I’ve loved them all. They’ve all had some great stories to tell. 

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by The Girl 

 

Other servers will love this, the rest of you won’t get it…but every time someone asks me “So, what else do you do?” “What’s your real job?” or any other variant of the former…I want to say this.

 

 

Followed by “you may think this is just a pretend job, but it pays real money.”

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