Back in the beginning of RagingServer.com, I did a lot of advertising, and a LOT of posting.  For three months before RagingServer, I blogged from the now defunct myserverblog.com.  Some of the posts from that time have never been read by any of you, even with the archives links posted.  These are some really underestimated works, some of which I’m not too proud of but some of which I love.  These are all the pre-September works, but here are a few links to my personal favorites that I would love you to check out:

“How much is Sweet Tea?” from June of ‘07, a mix of cheerleaders in high school, a nice couple, and a woman who didn’t want to pay for tea.

“The To-Go Cup” from June of ‘07, chronicling my experience with a bitch demanding a non-existent to-go cup from us.

“Do we get free refill on whie ziffadel?” from June of ‘07, this one is pretty self explanatory.

“Where’s your cheap meal menu?” from July of ‘07, about an old, ‘Hovaround’ driving man with a police scanner.

“People think they can get away with anything” from August of ‘07, my first post about the infamous Hawk (aka Igganunt and one of the various Mr. S’ that I’ve talked about) and his infamous laziness.  Hawk is unfortunately still with us and pissing everyone off.  Those of you who have paid attention in class will notice the similarities between the three names and have put it all together accordingly.

Then we have any and everything from September of ‘07, the first month of the existence of RagingServer.com.  This is the time of my bloglife that I learned about Springs1 and her 47 sites and 400 rules of service.  This is the month I learned just how much fun blogging could really be, and when I made my rise to fame.

I’d like to thank you all for your continued support of RagingServer.com, and to ask you all to keep reading.  Summer is about to get into full swing, so another summer of Hell is about to begin!

Ribeye

Wow, has it really been over a week since I made a post that wasn’t just “filler”?  Sorry about that everyone, but I’ve been either working my ass off (most of the week) or ill, (Wednesday and Thursday) and just didn’t feel like blogging.  I’ll make sure to remedy that.

It’s been a long week this week, and I’m glad it’s almost over.

Early in the week, I discovered that while I was going to be making a very lucrative wage for the majority, I was to be surrounded by an onslaught of stupidity, more than the normal.  I’ve sent more people into the mall to find a bathroom than I’ve ever done before, and I don’t know when I’ve been asked more, “Do you work here?”

Some of the answers I gave to people who asked that question this week:

“Do you work here?”  asked while I’m tapping an order into the system.  “No, I’m just a programmer.”

“Do you work here?”  asked while I’m carrying a tray of drinks to a table.  “No, I’m just helping myself, the service here is horrible!”  I then served those guests, and still pulled out 18%.

“Do you work here?”  I looked down at my apron and name tag…I hate wearing a name tag…looked back at the guest, and said simply, “No,” and walked off.

I don’t understand how people can not realize that you work at the restaurant, when you’re carrying food to tables in the restaurant.

I had a woman argue with me about her drink after ordering an Absolut and vodka on the rocks:

“Can I bring you anything from the bar, ma’am?” I ask her as I walk up to the ‘Skee Ball’ machine.

“Brang me uh Ab-salute an voka on da rock,” she replied, not missing a ball.

I didn’t catch it at first, being in a bit of a hurry, until I was asking for her ID.  “You said a what?”

“Uh Ab-salute an voka on da rock!  Ain’ ya heah me?”

“Do you just want a shot of Absolut on the rocks ma’am, or would you like it mixed with our house vodka?”

“Let me ’splain it to ya.  I want a shot of voka, mix wit some Ab-salute, an’ ligh ice, in uh glass!”

“So you want a double shot of vodka, half house and half Absolut.”

“NO, you ain’ listenin!  I wan voka mix wit Absolut!”

“Ma’am, Absolut is a brand of vodka, so mixing it with house vodka is going to make it a double shot of vodka.”

“Ab-salute ain’ no licka, it pink juice!”   At this point, I realize she wants a vodka with cranberry, but she just is too stupid to vocalize it.

“No, ma’am, Absolut is vodka, and the only pink juice we have is cranberry juice.”

“Ab-salute is juice, you jus don’ know what you talkin bout.”  I finally gave up.  As I was walking off, I heard her talking to her boyfriend saying, “We ain’ comin heah no mo, dees waitahs don’ know what day doin.”

Yet I knew that Absolut wasn’t a juice.

Why am I constantly surrounded by a barrage of fucking imbeciles?

On a much lighter note, today (Saturday) while I was working an 11am to 1am double shift, I made over 300 bucks after tip-out and other shiftwise expenses…eating well and a supply of coffee and red bull.  It was close to 400 before all that shit, and I made some new regulars.  One party, a black party for all of you who think that all black people don’t tip, left me 40 bucks over their 30 dollar gratuity.

Let that be a lesson to all you naysayers that refuse to wait on black tables.  It’s only the trash that doesn’t tip, black groups that are respectable and not hateful or running you like a dog tip great, and they are happy to sit and laugh with ya!  Never let it be said again that black people don’t tip unless it’s phrased correctly.  GHETTO black people don’t tip, so get it right!

Ribeye

So it’s a little late in the game for this, but let’s all give a hearty Welcome Back to Ryan of I Serve Idiots, who has returned to his musings after a far too long hiatus.  He has returned, so all of you who stopped going there from my sidebar after he stopped posting, go back again. 

Ryan will also be participating in the Round Table, and there will be a new post of said Round Table either tonight when I finally get home, or tomorrow, and I don’t yet know who is going to host it as I haven’t yet made it home to my e-mail.  I’m posting from the Raging Partners job right now.

Ribeye

Sorry bout the lack of posts everyone, had some personal issues this past week.  I’ll have new posts up soon.

Ribeye

I know I needed this time off to rest and rejuvenate, but I’m bored as Hell.  I didn’t go anywhere, I’m sitting at the homestead.

Being that I’m on vacation until Saturday when I go back to work, I’ll be pulling out stories from my old restaurants.  Blasts from the past.

I didn’t realize how much I’d miss working.  If it wasn’t a paid vacation, I’d have never taken it.

Ribeye