Excuses Excuses Excuses

Ok, here I am again with some blame for why I haven't been updated my blog.  I have several reasons actually.  First and foremost is my current obsession with Christian Grey.  Thankfully I am almost done with the series and can get back to normal life.  I have also managed to find a website that sells the silver balls.  For those of you that have read the books, go to Benwaballs.net, for those that haven't never mind.  Oh and to my dear nephew, Brother Sean (he is a Catholic Brother who spends a lot of time at the Vatican), please just don't go there, I don't want you thinking horrible things about your dear Auntie.

My idea of Mr. Grey, yum

I also need to place some blame on the History Channel.  I became totally engrossed in their miniseries, Hatfields and McCoys.  It was three nights of fantastic historical drama.  For those of you that don't know, I am a major history buff.  I have traced my family tree back many many many years and even have two Mayflower peeps in my tree.  I totally love anything to do with history, especially the 1800's in America.  After watching that series I have spent many hours researching the real story and how true the movie was (it wasn't off too bad).

Reason number three is that I have some wonderful friends that have pools.  It has been hot as hell the last few weeks and I have been enjoying some pre summer pool parties.  I am sun burnt and tired but it has been well worth it.  We are looking forward to another pool party on Sunday at my BFF's house complete with BBQ.  Woohoo, I can't wait.  It is making me even more eager to get the last 13 days of school over with so we can be on vacation and I can spend my days with good friends, poolside, before I have to go to hell at the night job.

My next reason is that last weekend was Lacrosse Hell at my night job.  I was verbally assaulted by a Paula Dean lookalike on Saturday night and it kinda put me in a really foul mood for a few days.  Although it was good fodder for the blog, I was too angry at the crazy bitch to go there.

Some smaller reasons were in no particular order:  Game of Thrones (if the midget dies I am going to be totally pissed and never watch again), the season finally of Revenge (that show give me some great ideas), explaining to my son about porn pop up on the computer (and no, it wasn't on my computer, nor did it have to do with Fifty Shades), my obsession with Pinterest and Facebook, job interviews and digging a new fire pit (which looks damn good if I don't say so myself).

I love this guy, he is the best thing about Thrones.

Love my new fire pit!  Now if I can just get the grass around it to grow.

So there you have it.  School is over on the 19th of June so I am looking forward to getting some serious blogging in then.  I have lots of topics on the backburner that are dying to come out.

YA I know, I am a bad blogger

I know, I have been seriously MIA lately.  I would like to blame it on the fact the I am reading Fifty Shades of Grey and I am totally engrossed in it, but I am not, it is just some mediocre porn which I am trying to make my way through.  In all honesty I have been working way too much and am just to pissed off about too many things to pick a single one to write about.

So where had my life gone lately?  Good question.  As I said, I have been working way too much.  I have spent so much time at Gillette Stadium in the last few weeks that I am pulling my hair out.  Throw in the fact the the Celtics are in the playoffs and I work at a sports bar and it equals pure hell.  Not to mention there have been quite a few NE Revolution home games lately and soccer fans drive me to drink.

Also been working at the school on lunch lady patrol as always but I am not even going to go there.  Ok, yes I am.  The powers that be keep sending us a substitute lunch lady that I can't deal with.  She obviously has never heard of deodorant and has a Hitler complex and thinks she owns the place.  Between the smell and the attitude, I might just snap.  On a brighter note about lunch ladies, or school cafes in general actually, check out this blog I read about tonight.  NeverSeconds, is a a cute blog written by a little girl in Scotland about here daily experiences in the cafe.  I just love it, she is a very bright kids and has gone viral.  Good for her.

It is also yard work season.  I fucking hate yard work.  Plus my husband has enlarged the garden to grow more crap that we won't eat.  Well, that is all him cause I am out of the gardening scene this year.  I really don't care whether or not I get my tomatoes from the produce dept at Market Basket or my back yard.  They all taste the same.  The back yard is also a mess and my husband keeps letting the chickens out to roam.  The damn things crap all over the yard and dig into my flower beds.  If they keep it up they are going to find themselves in a pot on my stove.

Honestly, that is all I got.  Nothing too exciting I know.  I really could go on a tangent about some other crap but I will stay "confidential" about that.  Don't want to piss off the wrong people.

I'm Back and I'm Fuming!!

Hey all.  Yes, I have been out of the blogging world for a while.  The husband is currently not working which means I am working.  More than working actually.  More like slaving away for pennies.  So needless to say, blogging has taken a back seat to other needs, such as sleep, oh and Pinterest.

After watching the news tonight I knew this was a story I couldn't pass up.  Family Locked in Restaurant After Refusing to Tip for Bad Service. 

It seems this family down in Texas went out to dinner with a group of people.  Also seems that the restaurant they chose to go to has a policy of adding a 17 percent tip onto table of five or more (although it doesn't say this on the link, on the news they showed the menu at the restaurant that clearly states this policy).  The cheap ass people decided not to pay and got locked in the restaurant and the cops were called.  First of all, bravo to the management for backing up your staff.  Secondly, bravo to the cops for making them pay it.

I don't know how many times I have to tell people this.  Waitstaff do not make a liveable wage.  Here in Massachusetts we make $2.68 an hour.  Oh and that is after the raise we just got, it was $2.63 an hour until a few weeks ago.  We survive on tips.  Also we do not pocket all that we are given.  We have to tip out bussers, bartenders, food runners and whoever else the company you work for decides you need to.

I have heard people say that they shouldn't have to pay the wages of the restaurants.  Ok so you want us to get a regular wage?  For starters, enjoy watching the price of the food you eat skyrocket.  Restaurants keep prices lower by not having to pay the staff as much.  Second, get used to crappy service.  Do you people really think that servers would take some of the crap you expect of us and get minimum wage for it.  Nope, not gonna happen.  You are going to end up being served by idiots that constantly screw up your order and are rude to you because the restaurants won't be able to get anybody else to do it.

Other people say that it shouldn't be automatic to add on a tip for large parties.  Let me try to make this clear.  As servers we get only a few tables in our section.  Usually four of five tables.  If you bring in ten people chances are you just took up three of my tables.  If you screw me on my tip it screws up my whole shift.  It means I am basically working for my $2.68 and hour and nothing else.  Then after taxes are taken out of that I usually end up having paid out of my own pocket to wait on you.  Is that fair?  I don't think so.

The people in this story are claiming that they had bad service.  Maybe they did, maybe they didn't.  It does happen but not as often as people like this claim.  I am thinking it is more likely that they are just cheap.  They knew the rules when they came in and looked at the menu.  If they didn't it was their own fault for not paying more attention.  If they didn't want to tip they should have gone to McDonald's.

Needless to say, this story really got under my skin.  Sorry about the ranting, and sorry about my absence, but I must say, I feel better now.