Turning Tables – Episode 1 – Let’s Turn Some Tables!

I came across this amazing new series written by servers, for servers! It’s spot on and hilarious! Here is the first episode!

Turning Tables – Episode 1 – Let’s Turn Some Tables!
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Uniformed Officer Asked To Leave Restaurant For Being Armed


What is your opinion?…

Michael Holsworth: Please share this….
So I was going to eat lunch with my family today (10-11-2015), we had decided to go to the Olive Garden in Independence off 40hwy and Noland Rd for my birthday lunch… officer2They were running late getting there so I decided to go inside and wait for them. I walked in and sat down on a bench just inside the doors. As I was sitting there waiting, one of the employees told me ” Sir, we don’t allow guns in here.” Now mind you I am in full police uniform and on duty. I actually thought it was a joke at first so I asked her ” Are you serious?” She replied back with ” Yes”. So I told her ” well I can leave I guess.” She then replied back ” yes please leave”
Now I never in my wildest thoughts would of thought this would happen in the Kansas City area. I see it happening all over the United States to other officers but never thought it would of happened to me.
Please share this post and let everyone know how this establishment is treating their local law enforcement.

Waiter Anthem (VIDEO)

Bill Posley feat. A.S.A.P. (Beat by NOIZ FIENDS)
Dir. Howie Askins/Daniel Wall
Prod. by: Brent Lydic/Bill Posley/Sigma Bull Productions
Written by: Bill Posley & Steve Randolph

Bill Posley (feat. A.S.A.P. Sketch group) rallys waiters across the globe to UNITE.

I had to flush the toilet for a perfectly capable grown woman… TWICE.

I work for a popular chain restaurant as a hostess, and typically, I love it! I love being depended on for each guest’s first and last impressions, I love connecting with customers, and I love being challenged during those endless shifts to be a quick strategist, keep customers happy, and keep my servers smiling and making money! As with any job, there are of course parts that I would pay small amounts of money to get out of. Mainly, cleaning up after the disgusting, horrid, unhygienic creatures – disguised as people – that wander into our bathrooms with seemingly only one intention: Ruining my day. I will admit, the majority of my shifts are graced by clean people who understand how to use a restroom properly, and to all of those intelligent, polite people, I’d like to extend a sincere “Thank You!”. But to all those women who “hover” and pee all over the seat, to the lovely mothers who stuff loaded diapers into the feminine product waste box, to the men who pee on the floor in front of the urinal more than in it, to the poor souls whose tummies disagree with them and cause them to violently defecate – causing a crime scene that (I guess) is so horrid they can’t even pause to flush, and to all the jerks who use any random corner, floor space, counter space or my favorite- the sink itself – as the trash can for their paper towels, I’d like to extend a sincere “What in the actual hell??”. But, I suck it up, get it back to sparkling, and try to forget about the horrors I’ve witnessed as I drive home at night.

Tonight, I dealt with a new and different kind of bathroom etiquette failure, no, LIFE/MANNERS/HYGIENE/RESPECT failure.

An adult woman, who looked to be in her late 20′s – early 30′s, comes in to use the bathroom while I am cleaning and restocking it. She shuts the stall door, and a weird, gagging sound begins. I hesitated for a moment before asking, “Ma’am, are you alright?” She replies, “Uh, yea? Why you askin’?” I say, “Oh okay! It sounded like you were getting sick, I just wanted to make sure you were alright!”. She says nothing, and I go on cleaning. Five seconds later, some grimy rap song begins to blare, and she answers the phone at nearly 5X the normal volume of normal conversation. She yells into the phone, talking smack about one of the other women in her party to whomever is on the other end, and continues to relieve herself throughout the conversation. I continue to clean, trying to hurry and finish so I can end my shift, and wait for her toilet to flush as my cue to move from in front of her stall where I was cleaning a mirror. All of a sudden, I’m startled with a “Xcuse me” right on the back of my neck, as she walks out of her stall – without flushing – and inches around me, not waiting the two seconds it took me to move. At this point I have already decided I hate her, but whatever. I ignore the desire to squirt her face with the windex, and continue. She resumes her obnoxious conversation, and while she is washing her hands, I turn and enter her stall to check the waste bin. When I look down, I immediately begin fuming. This woman came in and SAW me cleaning, and then even after I showed PERSONAL CONCERN for her well-being when I thought I heard her throwing up, she could not have the DECENCY to wipe up the MASSIVE AMOUNT of pee she left on the seat, she could not flush the toilet, and she could not even toss the four pieces of TP she used as a seat cover into the bowl. I let out a pissy sigh, then began to clean up after her. She is still at the sink when I finish and flush her toilet. The act of flushing it! while she stood in the mirror fixing her hair washed me in an unexpected wave of anger for a moment – I felt like I was this woman’s chamber maid. I felt as though she was saying, “I’m too good to flush my own piss, you can do it”, I felt severely disrespected. I’m sure these feelings were a little over the top, but whatever. I ignored the urge to tell her how much of an absolutely rude b**** she was, and exited the stall to put away my cleaning supplies. She stayed in front of the sink, STILL verbally assaulting her phone, still fingering through her hair, even after i’d put everything away and was standing off to the side but close and well within view, my hands held up in front of me after I’d removed my gloves, waiting to wash my hands. When she was good and ready, She moved to another mirror without even a glance in my direction. Just when I thought she was about to leave the bathroom, she re-enters the stall she had used, grabs a huge wad of TP and starts to violently blow her nose. She finishes, exits the stall again with no flush, and continues fixing her hair in the mirror. I didn’t want to believe that someone could HEAR AND SEE ME FLUSH THEIR PEE FOR THEM, and then LEAVE THE TOILET UNFLUSHED AGAIN FOR ME TO FLUSH THEIR SNOT ROCKET TISSUE….I look into the stall. YUP!! I angrily flush it AGAIN, and while I’m still in the stall, she leaves the bathroom. I come out of the stall, only to see that she had washed her hands again – getting water all over the freshly cleaned counter tops and leaving about six paper towels wadded up all over the counter as well.

I know these things will seem insignificant to some, but I just find the whole event maddeningly disrespectful.

Icing on the cake: When I came out, the managers were standing in the kitchen with the waitress who was serving this woman, trying to figure out what to do because this b**** had the nerve to eat her ENTIRE ENTREE before saying she didn’t like the chicken “and expects that s*** to be free”. She ended up with a 50% discount, and of course did not leave a tip for her server whatsoever. People like her make me want to play in traffic.

Whats the most disrespectful thing a customer has done to you? How did you handle the situation??

(Submitted By B)

A Day In The Life Of A Server, Part 1

My goal before going into work…


My goal after work…


The motivation between my coworkers and I before the crazy lunch crowd comes…


After the crowd leaves…


When I walk into work and realize the only employees scheduled are the people I can’t stand and suck at their job…


When one of my coworkers can’t shut up about a shitty tip a table left them 5 hours ago…


The look I give the hostess from across the room when she is about to sit a group of teenagers in my section…


The look I give the hostess when she is about to sit a group of hotties in my section…


When I made tons of tips but then realize I still have to tip out…


After an awesome shift…


After a shitty shift…


See Part 2 of A Day In The Life Of A Server…