Just a quick post to let you all know that the Horror Stories section of RagingServer.com is now up and running.  I’m sure most of you have seen the button at the top of the page, but it is offically up and running with a contact form for the submissions.

I’ll keep it as updated as I can which means I can’t update unless you send in your work.  I’m going to post your first name when you submit, and if you want me to only will I post your e-mail address.  If there’s no name in your e-mail, I’ll post the first part of it, the part that comes before the .com.  Everyone have fun with this.

Ribeye

I have had another exhausting day today…another double shift.  I went in at 12 today, originally scheduled off at 10 pm.  When I got to work, the managers were asking if I have a phone.  An odd question seeing as how they have my phone number listed in my file.  I change numbers a bit often for my liking, but I always make sure to update, can’t take the chance on missing out on money.  Apparently they were trying to call me and tell me they didn’t need me till 4.  I couldn’t afford to leave, so I convinced someone else to go home and come back later.

After staying up late Saturday night, despite my trying to sleep, I went in exhausted.  It was dead during the first couple of hours and that didn’t help my exhaustion.  I didn’t even have time to get any Red Bull before I went to work.

I went through the normal motions I go through, waking up naturally and getting annoying guests that tipped 10% or less.  We started getting busy later in the day, about 2:30.  That’s when I started making money.  Other than my feet getting blistered though, nothing bad really happened….

Until the night shift….

Every month, on the last Sunday of the month, we have a group that comes in.  I don’t know what the significance of the end of the month is, but it never fails.  The entire young Kurdish community of Nashville comes to my job.  They’ve been doing it since I started my job over a year and a half ago.  Ever since I started, there’s been a group of this community that I have to deal with.  It never fails.

This portion of their little “family” gives me some type of problem every time they come in.  In the beginning, when we still allowed smoking, we didn’t allow cloves or cigars.  It was a corporate thing that I never really understood, but it was a rule.  Some of the guys happen to smoke cloves, and got very pissed off at me when I used to put them out.  They bitched about every little thing, from having to pay an upcharge to go from a cheap side to an expensive one, to having to pay by the hour when they bowled.

It doesn’t matter if I happen to be in the bowling/billiards area or in the game room, they always end up with me.

Tonight (Sunday) happened to be that night again, and I didn’t even realize it until I heard the quacking of their voices.  I looked to see where the strange noise was coming from and my good night suddenly got bad.  I prayed they weren’t going to sit in my section.  There are about 24 of them that gravitate toward my section when they’re there and sure enough tonight was no different.  Half of them didn’t order, the other half ordered one thing at a time.  Not as a group, where it would have been easier.

They spread out across my section, taking up 5 of my 8 tables.  Only the people at 2 of the tables chose to order anything tonight, the other three were just hanging out.  Being that they were a party of more than 8 people, I had to put a gratuity on the checks.  *note* We got a memo at work recently saying that we no longer have a choice at whether we put a gratuity on a check or not.  If it’s 8 people, they get a grat no matter what.

They didn’t like the gratuity.  The first couple of checks I delivered had 5 of the 9 orders on them.  I dropped the checks and walked to the kitchen to pick up some of their food.  When I got back, Bartender B pulled me aside.  “They are pissed off that you put a gratuity on their checks, they say you have to have 8 people for a grat and there’s only 4 at the table.”  Well yeah, of course there are only 4 people at their table, they aren’t piled in to the point of bursting anymore.  At any rate, another part of the memo was that we have no choice but to remove a grat if the guest asks.

I hunt down Manager B the Wise and have him exempt the grat.  I then try to explain to them that I had no choice in the grat, that despite them sitting at different tables, they were still one big party.  They didn’t care.

They left me exact change.  I got no compensation on the 110 dollar check and I did everything right.

I hate Kurds.  Not all of them, just some of them.  The ones I have on a monthly basis have a harsh smell and a superiority complex.  I don’t like being around them, but nobody else will pick them up.  They see how I get treated, and I get stuck.

I think next month I’m going to exercise my legal right to refuse service to them.  I’m not even going to care if they call me a racist because of it.  I’m tired of being shit on by these fuckers.  Let them go to a restaurant that caters to their nationality.  I’m tired of them changing every single thing they order to something completely different than what’s in the menu.  I’m tired of the attitudes.

Right now, I’m just plain tired!!!!!!  I’m going to take care of that problem in a few minutes though.  The toilet calls, and the RagingPartner needs cuddlings, and I just plain need sleep.

I’ll post something tomorrow so until then…make sure to check out the Horror Stories page, and submit your own from there.  I can only update as long as you all send them to me.  I put up a new one earlier, bringing the grand total to 4.

Enjoy,

Ribeye

Once again, the Ribeye is involved in drama at work.

Last week, during a conversation with a couple of other employees, we got onto the topic of underage drinkers.  A certain co-worker, we’ll rename him Igganunt for todays purposes even though he’s been mentioned here before by another name,  and his girlfriend had been coming in during our now extinct employee bowling night, and drank a bit.

I had seen the girlfriends MySpace page, what little is visible when an account is set to private, and I remembered seeing her age listed as “18″.  As to it being accurate, I’ll never know, but I mentioned to the people I was talking to that I saw the age of “18″ on the page.  I made it quite clear that it was on MySpace, and that I didn’t know but I wouldn’t take the chance of serving her alcohol…not that I’d serve Igganunt or his girlfriend anyway, she’s one of those that weirds me out.

One of the employees that was involved with the conversation worked again the next day, which was this past Thursday (4/24).   Igganunt, whose girlfriend we’d discussed the day before, was also working.  The employee from the day before (Employee X to avoid confusion) asked Igganunt how old his girlfriend was.  He told Employee X that his girlfriend was 23.

Employee X then tells Igganunt that I, the Ribeye of your Dreams, was telling people his girlfriend was 17 and that we were getting her drunk.

What was actually said by the Ribeye, many times during the course of the conversation the day before was “I saw it on MySpace, I don’t know if it’s true or not”.

Igganunt gets pissed off.  Igganunt decides to revert back to the age of 14, impressive for a 26 year old that’s in school.  Igganunt begins going to every other employee working on Thursday and telling them something interesting about me that I didn’t even know.

I walked into work Friday night (4/25), and I see Employee X.  Employee X walks up to me and says, “So I hear you have Herpes.”

Wow.  That’s news to me, especially since I haven’t recently been to a doctor, had sex, or even a cold sore.  “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, Igganunt’s been running around telling everyone that you’ve got Herpes because you said his girlfriend was 17 and we was letting her drink.”

“I never said that his girlfriend was 17.  I said the age I saw on her MySpace profile was “18″ and that I didn’t know for sure.  I also said to pay close attention to the ID just in case.”

“Nuh uh, you told me she was 17.”  It later came out that after Employee X asked the age and found it out, Employee X was the one to inform Igganunt of this false information, and that I was running around telling everyone this false information.  There were only 4 people total involved in the original conversation, and the age of 17 was never mentioned.

“No, that’s not what I said.”

“I coulda swore that’s what you told us.”  That’s how I found out it was Employee X who gave Igganunt the false information.

Now I find out that all through the building, even though it’s not believed by anyone but our English challenged workers, people have been told that I have Herpes.  Something that I myself didn’t even know.

I now find that I have a few options.  I’m not pissed off about the rumor itself because quite frankly, Igganunt and I don’t like each other and it doesn’t surprise me in the least that he’d start one like that.  This is the same server who refuses to do sidework, who doesn’t polish silverware and rarely rolls it, and as of a few weeks ago forges the signatures of the closing servers, the bartenders he’s supposed to tip out before he leaves, and the manager.  This is the same server who cuts himself off the floor whenever he pleases, and refuses to pick up tables because he just “doesn’t want to”.

I have dirt on this server that I could use.  I’ve got access to a couple of pieces of media that I know he doesn’t want publicized at work.  I have the rumor skills to make his life a living Hell at work.  I also have grounds to get him terminated based on the number of people he bluntly and falsely informed that I have Herpes.  Slander is a bitch when you have people willing to write statements.

I must admit that I’ve been having fun with the rumor thus far, and none of the above ideas appeal to me save for the last one.  I’m not a child, I’m 27 years old and haven’t been in school for 9 years now.  I don’t plan to start any rumors about him, anything that I say about him is the truth and everyone knows it.  It’s why there’s not many people that actually respect him, that and his utter disdain for doing his job.

The fun I’ve been having so far:  Thinking up a few replies when people ask about it such as “Well, he’d have never known about it had he not been giving me oral pleasure” and other variations of that.

Joking with my friends about it: “I’m sorry, I can’t pick up that table for you, my Herpes is acting up.  I feel all crusty.”  “I haven’t gotten my Valtrex this month and I’m oozing everywhere, I just need to go home and rest.”  “I have stress and exhaustion…it’s because of my Herpes.”

The best fun I’ve had so far though is laughing with the actual adults that I work with that someone who is over a quarter of a century old now is about as creative as a flea, and is showing his true inner child in starting a rumor that someone has an STD (not to be confused with THE STD).

My question to you, my friendly and even my not so friendly readers, is this:  What would you do in my place?  Would you take the route of revenge rumor?  Would you take the route of the witty joker, as I have thus far?  Or would you take it to the next level, and pull out the restrictions on slander from the corporate handbook, demanding that he be terminated?  I’ve gotten someone fired before, for calling me a faggot in front of witnesses.  Remember the story of Ms. K.….

I also have been wondering if Igganunt is just doing this to try and provoke me into causing a scene at work, a physical scene that would get me fired.  Sorry, Igganunt, but I’m not that stupid.

At the moment, I think I’m going to continue having fun with the rumor, at least for a couple more days until it blows over.  After that, I’m sure he’ll do something else work related that will piss me off, and I’ll then pull out the Slander card.

Note: I probably would have already gone to my GM about this had it actually bothered me, but everyone already knows it’s just a rumor, and everyone knows who started it.  I’ve been with the company over a year and a half to his 6-7 months, and I actually do what I’m supposed to do at work.  We all know who the better person is professionally, and we can obviously see who has the bigger mental capacity despite my immaturity in joking about it (hey, I can’t just let it go completely).

What would you all do?

After promising it forever now, the RagingPartner and I have finally got my Horror Stories page ready for action.  You’ll notice at the top of the screen now, there’s a button to go to the Horror Stories page.  Included on that page is a contact form to send me your story, or the stories of your friends.

Now that it’s actually online, I think it’ll be a big hit.  I’ll keep them updated as often as I get the stories, so I’m hoping you guys help me out with this.  I kept saying there were new things coming, and I’m glad that this is one of them.  There’s already a couple posted, so check them out!

Ribeye

I must say, this poll has been a quite successful one for being started a day and a half later than normal. There were some heated tempers, and some very passionately hateful e-mails sent to my account. More e-mails than votes on the poll, so some of the messages I got were from non-voters. I have to say, even with all the no votes, if you add up all the yes votes on here, the yes votes won out by a long shot. At any rate, here are the results:

Do you think T-Shirts and other clothes with “language” should be allowed in public and child friendly places?

• No, People should take into account children before they wear offensive clothes (36%, 68 Votes)
• The First Amendment protects free speech, that’s all that matters (30%, 56 Votes)
• Yes, they’re just clothes, other people be damned (15%, 28 Votes)
• Yes, People should be allowed to wear what they want, when they want, wherever they want (14%, 27 Votes)
• Yes, and I have shirts in the same genre! (3%, 6 Votes)
• No, that type of language offends me. (1%, 2 Votes)

I know that a lot of you think that the First Amendment only protects free speech in certain places, and not in privately owned establishments, but you have to remember that not everyone twists the Constitution to suit their own needs.  When the First Amendment was written, the framers weren’t thinking about what people can and cannot say at a restaurant, they were thinking that people should be able to say what they want in any form or fashion because this is a free country.  It might have been in poor taste to not make the wearer of the shirt leave, or ask him to remove it, but we weren’t in the wrong by any means.  We very clearly protected the wearer’s right to free speech, and based on the answers of this poll combining the yes and no votes, (yes = 117 to the no’s = 70) the majority of you agree with that right in some way.

I need to put more of these controversial polls up, lots of hits involved.

Now for what you all came here to see!

Ghetto Names of the Week!

Women: LaDesha (from tonight, bitch tipped me $1.00 on a 40 dollar check)

Shantemeki (someone in the bowling alley)

Aramekia

Submission from a loyal reader named Ayah:  CashMo’Nae and Nahtica …. Those parents are evil people.

LaKeelia

Men:  Quenshaw

LaJustance

Gramarion

Teravious

Well everyone, that’s all for this week.  The new poll will be up in a bit, though I don’t quite know how I’ll top the T-shirt one.  Keep sending me in poll suggestions and I’ll put some new ones up that are more user friendly.

Ribeye