I’m sorry, but I was stiffed once and not tipped twice tonight, so I’m bitter.
Today, a customer at one of my tables left his phone number and a smiley face on the credit card slip. I was completely flattered until I looked at the bottom of the slip and realized that he had left me a $0.26 tip. FML
I just got back from my first shift at my “new” job. It’s not really new since I worked at this restaurant a year and a half ago. I was supposed to be training on the new computer system today, but it was really easy, so I took a few tables on my own. Tomorrow I’m flying solo, which means tips!! I’m hoping this waitressing job will provide all sorts of hilarious Waiting-like stories for me to tumbl about. Stay tuned for complaints about nasty customers, manifestos on customers and coworkers, and stories about shenanigans in the kitchen.
Also, this new tumblr crushes thing—although pretty much insignificant—has convinced me to click the heart on more posts now.
