I hate people
Jul. 14th, 2007 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mighty_aphroditeHi. Returning to the world of C_S, working temp for an outdoor music festival. I alreadu have a list of peeves, but LJ sucks and keeps eating my posts, so I'll cut to the big one.
I spent 2 days in the hot sun helping set up for this thing. I am very proud of houw it looked. So I get there this morning, already pissed becasue I had to be there at 7 AM, and knowing I would be making nothing in tips on a morning shift with kiddie activities (mostly I work beverage service where we sell beer, wine, water, and pop. We ended up making $103 in sales and $6.75 in tipd which we had to split 7 ways). But then I walk onto the plaza and find... chaos. Chairs everywhere, bums sleeping wrapped in our tablecovers (no lie), tables drug down onto the steps going down to the pond, garbage stuffed in the umbrella holes. But THIS was the worst...
Apparently it poured last night, and people STOLE OUR TABLECLOTHS TO COVER UP WITH AS THEY RAN TO THEIR CARS. NOt only the cheapie plastic ones, which we are trying to reuse and keep as nice as possible. We expected that. But our $35 apiece Minnemeko table covers. And the off-duty cops doing security? Did nothing to stop it. Our events manager estimates that between theft and vandalism, it cost us $1600.
And another quickie:
I can't sell two alchoholic beverages to one person, no matter how old they are. For all I know, the 80-year old guy could have an 18-year old money-grubbing wife. But, since we aren't busy, we offer to sell you the beer, walk with you to your table and card the other party to save you a trip. So when I walk all the way across the plaza, up and down steps, deftly dodging running children and slipping between clusters of red hat ladies, and arrive at your table smiling without spilling a drop, the polite thing to do would be to tip me, or at the very least say thank you, instead of acting like I am in some way inconveniencing you by bending the rules and providing table service when I could be twiddling my thumbs and eating cream puffs in my gazebo.
To the gentleman who thought it was hilarious to card old fogies like himself and tipped me a dollar for carding his wife (which he conspiratorially instructed me to do as we walked to the table), thank you! I may have made your wife's day, but you made mine!
I spent 2 days in the hot sun helping set up for this thing. I am very proud of houw it looked. So I get there this morning, already pissed becasue I had to be there at 7 AM, and knowing I would be making nothing in tips on a morning shift with kiddie activities (mostly I work beverage service where we sell beer, wine, water, and pop. We ended up making $103 in sales and $6.75 in tipd which we had to split 7 ways). But then I walk onto the plaza and find... chaos. Chairs everywhere, bums sleeping wrapped in our tablecovers (no lie), tables drug down onto the steps going down to the pond, garbage stuffed in the umbrella holes. But THIS was the worst...
Apparently it poured last night, and people STOLE OUR TABLECLOTHS TO COVER UP WITH AS THEY RAN TO THEIR CARS. NOt only the cheapie plastic ones, which we are trying to reuse and keep as nice as possible. We expected that. But our $35 apiece Minnemeko table covers. And the off-duty cops doing security? Did nothing to stop it. Our events manager estimates that between theft and vandalism, it cost us $1600.
And another quickie:
I can't sell two alchoholic beverages to one person, no matter how old they are. For all I know, the 80-year old guy could have an 18-year old money-grubbing wife. But, since we aren't busy, we offer to sell you the beer, walk with you to your table and card the other party to save you a trip. So when I walk all the way across the plaza, up and down steps, deftly dodging running children and slipping between clusters of red hat ladies, and arrive at your table smiling without spilling a drop, the polite thing to do would be to tip me, or at the very least say thank you, instead of acting like I am in some way inconveniencing you by bending the rules and providing table service when I could be twiddling my thumbs and eating cream puffs in my gazebo.
To the gentleman who thought it was hilarious to card old fogies like himself and tipped me a dollar for carding his wife (which he conspiratorially instructed me to do as we walked to the table), thank you! I may have made your wife's day, but you made mine!
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:35 pm (UTC)