Alight, you have to let me know what you would do in this situation. I am leaving out names...okay so you wouldn't know these people anyway, but this was so blog material AND it didn't happen to me!!
So I have a friend. Shut up I actually do have friends!!
She's been burned in the past and she was in a man free zone for the past year and a half. So she meets this nice guy. She's taking it slow, they go out have coffees, and they go out have drinks, that sort of thing. She wants to wait before she lets him shake her tree.
She went to a work conference in a city near by for 4 days. She is the personal assistant to the President/VP/Exec Team of an Advertising company. She has a "free" night from all of the event organizing and admin crap she had to do.
She had arranged for guy to come up and stay. She had a loft suite with all the fixin's. He shows up and for a lack of a better term, he shakes her tree.
Of course being that we're woman, she has to let me know about it immediately, in fact I was going to blog about it.
Over the next couple of weeks they get together, not doing the nasty, just hooking up for coffee, drinks and such. Soooo...one night they're at his place and she's looking at his medications. He's diabetic, and he has a heart condition so he has multiple medications to take. She was saying how she doesn't understand how Dr's can prescribe medications for example to the elderly and not get it mixed up. Meaning, how do they know if one won't counter-act the other nor will this cause a reaction if taken with this one? That sort of thing. He has his medications in one of those containers that is by day and then separated for morning and evening.
Him: I take this one for my heart condition in the morning, and this one in the evening. This one I take for my diabetes. I take this one for such and such twice a day.
He goes down the list and explains the medications to her.
Then he gets to the last one.
Him: Now this one I take every day in the morning and I have to discuss it with you.
Her: Sure, are you okay?
She's thinking the poor man has cancer or something like that...........
Nope.
Him: Well, I have HERPES.
WHAT THE FUCK???!!!???
She was sure she heard him incorrectly.
It seems guy had this for 25 years, he's 50. He had his last breakout 4 months ago and was clean when they did it. They also used a condom. She was horrified. How could he have not told her? She excused herself and went to have a cigarette on his balcony.
When she returned she spoke briefly to him and then left. She was pretty shaken up when she called me. She really like this guy and this happened. She came to my house the next day to talk to me. He called her four times in the time she was at my house, she ignored the calls. She met up with him later that day to officially end the relationship. Evidently he didn't get it the night before.
He felt it would be fine to carry on the relationship, continue to use condoms and not have sex if he had a flare up. Which I am sure would be fine for some people. It wasn't right for her.
For two reasons.
The first being he betrayed her trust. He didn't tell her prior to having sex he had an incurable STD. This wasn't an oppsie we had too many drinks, our clothes fell off and we rolled around naked. This was an arranged meeting, they knew that he would be staying overnight so it was obvious what would be happening. He wasn't having an outbreak and wanted to get laid, so he did. He had plenty of time to tell her and give her the opportunity to make the choice to continue or not.
The second reason is she didn't want to take the chance of getting Herpes. His ex wife got it even though they were "careful" It wasn't something she wanted to always have in the back of her mind. She had at that point already made an appointment with her Dr to check her out to see if she had effects from their rendezvous. (she's fine btw)
He said he wasn't sure when he was going to tell her. If you tell the person before, they usually back away and it's done before it started. Or do you have sex and then tell them? Either way it's a hard choice to make.
She said, "Well I am sorry but I don't want to have to be the one in the future to have figure out if when it would be right time"
Okay so talk amongst yourselves and then spill it, when would you tell if you had to?
13.10.07
30.9.07
Why I hate stupid people
Okay lately as you've read in my past post I've been serving/waitressing. It's not the career choice I want, but it is only temporary (see next post shortly)
When you work directly with the public you are able to see the most interesting kinds of people. Some of them are truly lovely and other’s you would like to punch directly in the throat. It’s a test of one’s sanity really. Like for instance the oh-so-lovely table I had at lunch this past week.
Have you ever wondered about the kind of people who’ve gotten the boot from trailer parks and are never allowed to park their trailers there ever again?? Well they decided to eat at my restaurant this past week and I was the lucky bitch who got to serve them! I swear it must be pay back for something!! God, she was PMSing that day or something and I was getting the backlash!
These are the type that come barging into the restaurant. Who expect service yesterday. Asking for the ONLY dirty booth in the place. (which they didn’t get) They directly start making demands from the person who sat them (not a server) All of the other servers walk by me and say, “Oh Sheri, look what you have in your section!!”(I jokingly told my co-workers they were, “Bastards, all of you!” It just got a laugh from them)
So I calmly go over ask how they’re doing and the whole drill. Not one of them looks up from their menu. I know I am soft spoken but the little 4 year old girl looked up at me and smiled, “Hi, I am colouring” (she was colouring on the paper which doubles as a kids menu) I smiled back at her. So I say, “Would anyone like a beverage while you’re looking over the menu?” ………. The birds sing and the wind blows. Fuck this, I walk away. I am not going to stand there and watch these fuckers try to figure out if “Hooked on Phonics” works on our menus; I’ve got work to do. So I go to another table, get their order, ring it in and proceed to walk over to them. (this took me less than 3 minutes)
Okay so the trailer park reject table consisted of Mom, roughly 23-25 yrs old. Has beautiful for 4 yr old daughter and roughly 5 month of son who was sleeping in car seat. She looks worse for wear and appears slightly allergic to water and I suspect soap. Across from her is her Mom. Slightly cleaner but bitchy as hell. Tries to come off as very classy, but she wouldn’t know it if she fell in a pile of it. She ended up being an ignorant c.u.n.t. Grandpa, who was still trailer trash and just as ignorant but at least funny. So Grandma comes up and said to me, “Ummm could get some service….NOBODY had come to our table yet!!!!” I actually laughed at this point. She turns and gives me a look that your Mom used to give you as a child that said, “Don’t go there!” I grinned ever wider.
I say to them, “So I take it you’re ready to order NOW then? I was here speaking to you, trying to get drink orders but y’all were looking at the menus rather intently….that means real hard.” I turn to the little girl, “How’s the colouring?” She said, “Look how much I’ve done since you were here!” The Grandma looks like she’s ready to slap me!
She goes to order, I interrupt her coz I am a bigger bitch and say, “Let’s get the kids orders first. I always like to get their food out first, keeps them from getting too fidgety.” So filthy Super Mom says, “Uh ya I’d like to but I ain’t got no kids menus” (kill me now) I said, “You do, it’s what she’s colouring now. Well little girl isn’t giving up the colouring. So Mom says, “Givit….NOW” Grandpa manages to get it from her by being NICE to her. So they finally place their order with Grandma making sure that drink refills are free and orders her Pepsi without ice.
The adults and I use that term loosely and with great caution with these people didn’t order anything that required ketchup (tomato sauce for our European/Aussie friends) The little girl ordered French fries so I brought it to the table and said, “This is for the little lady” ALL the adult including her Mom said, “There ain’t no lady at this table honey!!” I was actually taken aback. I will joke when people refer to me as a Lady. I’ll look around and say, “Where?” However, I am an adult. When people call my daughters little ladies I beam. This poor little girl….I couldn’t believe they said that, all of them went on about her NOT being a lady. She was right there, she had to have known I was speaking about her and what they were saying. I don’t know what kind of look I had on my face whether it was anger or pity. But I put the ketchup in front of her and said, “Sweetie this is for you. Your grilled cheese will be out in just a second, okay?” She smiled at me and said, “Thank you” OKAY so cranky Grandma pipes up and said, “Well where’s our food?? I’m hungry too ya know!” I completely ignored her because she was an insensitive cunt and she really could use to miss a meal or two.
The adult food was ready but I insisted that the child’s be brought out first and on it’s own. I would come back for the rest. I brought it out and said, “Well I have a meal for a princess” She clapped her hands. I told her it was still hot and to be careful. Cranky Grandma went to pipe up again and I completely interrupted her, “It’s coming!”
So I bring theirs out, I am carrying four plates, I go to put them down and fucking Filthy Mom says, “Can we have refills?” I said, “Yup, I’ve got a spare toe, just give me a minute” (this had to be the 4th or 5th refill they’ve had at this point) So I bring out their pops and extra napkins. I checked on them periodically to refill their fucking drinks, I swear they must have drunk a gallon of Pepsi. While little princess only got one Pepsi, and then nothing, not even water. I finally brought her one. Fuck the Mom, she was begging for water.
She said, “Mommy can I have another drink?” (kid refills are also free)
Mom: No!
Princess: But I am thirsty, please.
Mom: You ain’t getting another pop.
Princess: I only want water.
Mom: NOO ……..excuse me can we have refills here!! (adult refills) I almost poured her refill in her lap.
Okay so they’re all done and Grandpa sneaks up to pay the bill. I have to say he ended up being charming. He was paying attention to the little princess and coaxing her to finish just “one more bite for Grandpa” He thanked me for the great service (I almost laughed out loud!) I was speedy, just pretty blunt and I know my face finally gave away to the disgust at how they treated their little girl. He left a crap tip, but I am sure it was good by his standards.
I’ve left out a lot of how they generally spoke to her, she was nothing to this mother, simply a nuisance. When the baby boy woke up he was the apple of her eye. I almost went into the back and cried. At one point I asked her if she was a good big sister. She nodded and said I help make my brother smile. The Mom actually snorted. I threw her one hell of a dirty look, I mean it was simply DIRTY and shook my head at her in disgust.
We have a toy chest as do a lot of restaurants these days. So cranky Grandma shouts halfway across the restaurant, “Can we have our toy????” I walked up and just snarly said, “If you say please!” Little Princess was standing there and said, “Oh please!!”
I put the toy chest on the floor, knelt down and helped her pick out a toy. She was simply beside herself with excitement. I told her it was a good choice, a perfect toy for a Princess. I thanked her (in front of Filthy Mom and Cranky Grandma) for being such a good girl at the table. She gave me the menu she had coloured and told her I would put it on my fridge with the drawing my daughter made. (I had told her earlier about my two daughters) All the while cunt Grandma was saying, ‘Let’s gooooo”?
My heart simply broke. I can handle rude people, cranky people it’s the nature of the beast of working with the public. However these people were by far the worst people I’ve ever served. That poor child will grow up without a self esteem, a sense of self worth or dignity. I think it was one of the worst days I’ve had a work.
At one point I wanted to take the plate the Mom was eating from and just shove it into her face just smear it like a pie in the face. It would have given me such satisfaction, I would have gotten fired but damn it would have felt good!
PS The menu Little Princess gave me is up on my fridge beside the other two Princesses very cherished drawings.
When you work directly with the public you are able to see the most interesting kinds of people. Some of them are truly lovely and other’s you would like to punch directly in the throat. It’s a test of one’s sanity really. Like for instance the oh-so-lovely table I had at lunch this past week.
Have you ever wondered about the kind of people who’ve gotten the boot from trailer parks and are never allowed to park their trailers there ever again?? Well they decided to eat at my restaurant this past week and I was the lucky bitch who got to serve them! I swear it must be pay back for something!! God, she was PMSing that day or something and I was getting the backlash!
These are the type that come barging into the restaurant. Who expect service yesterday. Asking for the ONLY dirty booth in the place. (which they didn’t get) They directly start making demands from the person who sat them (not a server) All of the other servers walk by me and say, “Oh Sheri, look what you have in your section!!”(I jokingly told my co-workers they were, “Bastards, all of you!” It just got a laugh from them)
So I calmly go over ask how they’re doing and the whole drill. Not one of them looks up from their menu. I know I am soft spoken but the little 4 year old girl looked up at me and smiled, “Hi, I am colouring” (she was colouring on the paper which doubles as a kids menu) I smiled back at her. So I say, “Would anyone like a beverage while you’re looking over the menu?” ………. The birds sing and the wind blows. Fuck this, I walk away. I am not going to stand there and watch these fuckers try to figure out if “Hooked on Phonics” works on our menus; I’ve got work to do. So I go to another table, get their order, ring it in and proceed to walk over to them. (this took me less than 3 minutes)
Okay so the trailer park reject table consisted of Mom, roughly 23-25 yrs old. Has beautiful for 4 yr old daughter and roughly 5 month of son who was sleeping in car seat. She looks worse for wear and appears slightly allergic to water and I suspect soap. Across from her is her Mom. Slightly cleaner but bitchy as hell. Tries to come off as very classy, but she wouldn’t know it if she fell in a pile of it. She ended up being an ignorant c.u.n.t. Grandpa, who was still trailer trash and just as ignorant but at least funny. So Grandma comes up and said to me, “Ummm could get some service….NOBODY had come to our table yet!!!!” I actually laughed at this point. She turns and gives me a look that your Mom used to give you as a child that said, “Don’t go there!” I grinned ever wider.
I say to them, “So I take it you’re ready to order NOW then? I was here speaking to you, trying to get drink orders but y’all were looking at the menus rather intently….that means real hard.” I turn to the little girl, “How’s the colouring?” She said, “Look how much I’ve done since you were here!” The Grandma looks like she’s ready to slap me!
She goes to order, I interrupt her coz I am a bigger bitch and say, “Let’s get the kids orders first. I always like to get their food out first, keeps them from getting too fidgety.” So filthy Super Mom says, “Uh ya I’d like to but I ain’t got no kids menus” (kill me now) I said, “You do, it’s what she’s colouring now. Well little girl isn’t giving up the colouring. So Mom says, “Givit….NOW” Grandpa manages to get it from her by being NICE to her. So they finally place their order with Grandma making sure that drink refills are free and orders her Pepsi without ice.
The adults and I use that term loosely and with great caution with these people didn’t order anything that required ketchup (tomato sauce for our European/Aussie friends) The little girl ordered French fries so I brought it to the table and said, “This is for the little lady” ALL the adult including her Mom said, “There ain’t no lady at this table honey!!” I was actually taken aback. I will joke when people refer to me as a Lady. I’ll look around and say, “Where?” However, I am an adult. When people call my daughters little ladies I beam. This poor little girl….I couldn’t believe they said that, all of them went on about her NOT being a lady. She was right there, she had to have known I was speaking about her and what they were saying. I don’t know what kind of look I had on my face whether it was anger or pity. But I put the ketchup in front of her and said, “Sweetie this is for you. Your grilled cheese will be out in just a second, okay?” She smiled at me and said, “Thank you” OKAY so cranky Grandma pipes up and said, “Well where’s our food?? I’m hungry too ya know!” I completely ignored her because she was an insensitive cunt and she really could use to miss a meal or two.
The adult food was ready but I insisted that the child’s be brought out first and on it’s own. I would come back for the rest. I brought it out and said, “Well I have a meal for a princess” She clapped her hands. I told her it was still hot and to be careful. Cranky Grandma went to pipe up again and I completely interrupted her, “It’s coming!”
So I bring theirs out, I am carrying four plates, I go to put them down and fucking Filthy Mom says, “Can we have refills?” I said, “Yup, I’ve got a spare toe, just give me a minute” (this had to be the 4th or 5th refill they’ve had at this point) So I bring out their pops and extra napkins. I checked on them periodically to refill their fucking drinks, I swear they must have drunk a gallon of Pepsi. While little princess only got one Pepsi, and then nothing, not even water. I finally brought her one. Fuck the Mom, she was begging for water.
She said, “Mommy can I have another drink?” (kid refills are also free)
Mom: No!
Princess: But I am thirsty, please.
Mom: You ain’t getting another pop.
Princess: I only want water.
Mom: NOO ……..excuse me can we have refills here!! (adult refills) I almost poured her refill in her lap.
Okay so they’re all done and Grandpa sneaks up to pay the bill. I have to say he ended up being charming. He was paying attention to the little princess and coaxing her to finish just “one more bite for Grandpa” He thanked me for the great service (I almost laughed out loud!) I was speedy, just pretty blunt and I know my face finally gave away to the disgust at how they treated their little girl. He left a crap tip, but I am sure it was good by his standards.
I’ve left out a lot of how they generally spoke to her, she was nothing to this mother, simply a nuisance. When the baby boy woke up he was the apple of her eye. I almost went into the back and cried. At one point I asked her if she was a good big sister. She nodded and said I help make my brother smile. The Mom actually snorted. I threw her one hell of a dirty look, I mean it was simply DIRTY and shook my head at her in disgust.
We have a toy chest as do a lot of restaurants these days. So cranky Grandma shouts halfway across the restaurant, “Can we have our toy????” I walked up and just snarly said, “If you say please!” Little Princess was standing there and said, “Oh please!!”
I put the toy chest on the floor, knelt down and helped her pick out a toy. She was simply beside herself with excitement. I told her it was a good choice, a perfect toy for a Princess. I thanked her (in front of Filthy Mom and Cranky Grandma) for being such a good girl at the table. She gave me the menu she had coloured and told her I would put it on my fridge with the drawing my daughter made. (I had told her earlier about my two daughters) All the while cunt Grandma was saying, ‘Let’s gooooo”?
My heart simply broke. I can handle rude people, cranky people it’s the nature of the beast of working with the public. However these people were by far the worst people I’ve ever served. That poor child will grow up without a self esteem, a sense of self worth or dignity. I think it was one of the worst days I’ve had a work.
At one point I wanted to take the plate the Mom was eating from and just shove it into her face just smear it like a pie in the face. It would have given me such satisfaction, I would have gotten fired but damn it would have felt good!
PS The menu Little Princess gave me is up on my fridge beside the other two Princesses very cherished drawings.
5.9.07
I've crawled out from the rock I was living under
**Stretches. Yawns. Lights up a cigarette and has a sip of coffee**
What? If you were living under a rock wouldn't you need a coffee and a ciggie before you blogged???? Give me a frickin' break!!!
Okay so I started working two jobs last year November, and to say I was exhausted would be an understatement. I would go to work at an office, then work at the restaurant five nights a week, come home fall into bed, get up in the morning and start the whole routine all over again. I did it for about two months and then I simply burnt out. I had to decide between the two. The restaurant had a manager position available full time, so I jumped at it. I loved it. It worked out so well for me. I did that from the end of January until the end of August. I worked 10 hours a day 5-6 day a week. My kids missed me, I worked weekends and was a big ball of stress by the end. I did love what I was doing, but I had to step back. I stepped down as a manager and started working back as a server the past week four days a week. I think it will be easier on my family (and me) Now I just have to remember how to serve!!
I have been reading blogs though, not always commenting. I've been too busy. Then again, I also have to share the computer with three kids so when I actually get the time to sit down and check emails, I was ready to fall on my face. Now I have my laptop running, which is great. I can take it to Williams Coffee Pub and just relax.
Okay so what can I tell you that's interesting?? So much. The family just got back from Myrtle Beach, SC. It's the tackiest place ever. Honestly! The beach and hotel were beautiful, but man is the rest of it tacky!!!! I also got a tattoo while I was there! Ha! Who would have thought a 37 year old mother of three would get a tattoo? Well I did. On my lower back, it's a Claddagh (see pic below)
So that's about it for now. Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I hope there are people out there who will still read.
smooches,
Sheri
What? If you were living under a rock wouldn't you need a coffee and a ciggie before you blogged???? Give me a frickin' break!!!
Okay so I started working two jobs last year November, and to say I was exhausted would be an understatement. I would go to work at an office, then work at the restaurant five nights a week, come home fall into bed, get up in the morning and start the whole routine all over again. I did it for about two months and then I simply burnt out. I had to decide between the two. The restaurant had a manager position available full time, so I jumped at it. I loved it. It worked out so well for me. I did that from the end of January until the end of August. I worked 10 hours a day 5-6 day a week. My kids missed me, I worked weekends and was a big ball of stress by the end. I did love what I was doing, but I had to step back. I stepped down as a manager and started working back as a server the past week four days a week. I think it will be easier on my family (and me) Now I just have to remember how to serve!!
I have been reading blogs though, not always commenting. I've been too busy. Then again, I also have to share the computer with three kids so when I actually get the time to sit down and check emails, I was ready to fall on my face. Now I have my laptop running, which is great. I can take it to Williams Coffee Pub and just relax.
Okay so what can I tell you that's interesting?? So much. The family just got back from Myrtle Beach, SC. It's the tackiest place ever. Honestly! The beach and hotel were beautiful, but man is the rest of it tacky!!!! I also got a tattoo while I was there! Ha! Who would have thought a 37 year old mother of three would get a tattoo? Well I did. On my lower back, it's a Claddagh (see pic below)
So that's about it for now. Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I hope there are people out there who will still read.
smooches,
Sheri
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