Well, nothing to do on a Thursday night except watch clips from the daily show and the colbert report. Oh yeah, and make a collage in Comic Life. Hope everyone has been having a good week so far. I'm sure monique will come tell her Abercrombie and Fitch stories...
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Friday, June 23, 2006
Tipping Waiters
I got to thinking about this issue last week. A tip is something people give as a bonus for good service. So, when you don't get good service, are you obligated to give a tip? Monique and I went out the other night to one of our favorite restaurants. I won't mention it here, but if you know us, its a pricier Mexican place. We usually get fine service. It's funny cause, really, what is good service? We all seem to know when its good, but is it always that great? We get to the place, sit down and we already know what we want. Usually, we make it as easy as possible for a waiter to get things right. Even with that, he did a few things wrong. First, I really don't appreciate it when someone takes an order and doesn't even write it down. Maybe it's cool when your one "good relations" with the waiter, but all other times, please take the minute to write down what I'm going to tell you. So, he didn't write down what I wanted and of course, I didn't get what I asked for. Since I've been on weight watchers, I have a habit of ordering everything without cheese. When I get my burrito, suprise, he forgot to tell the cook that I didn't want cheese. Now you might be thinking, wait a minute, is it really the waiters fault, couldn't the cook have messed up? My answer is no, it is the waiters fault. Even if the cook had messed up, it should be the waiters job to make sure we got the right thing, correct? Shouldn' they be taking care of us? Isn't that the whole idea? Cause I'll tip the girl who sits us if we are only supposed to tip on people that talk to us and smile. At this point of being serived, I was like, alright, I'll let this slip. I was able to pick the cheese off the top. Next, we don't get one "come back" to see if we need anything. Both of our waters and salsa levels had run dry, and we needed refills. Our waiter did have the time to chat with his friends at the booth next to us, so I though that was nice of him. I figured, if he wants to chat with his friends, thats fine, but if your not working, don't expect to get paid. This was my logic in not giving this guy more than his fair share of a tip. I guess I had reached a point that night where I said, if you don't want to earn it, you don't have to. For a consumer like me, it makes the whole experiece of going to that place less pleasurable to me. Normally, I give great tips cause I make my living off tips. Sometimes giving up to 17-20% if I feel they really worked well to serve us. But I guess not that night. So, my question is, am I correct to think that if a waiter does not work to earn a tip, he shouldn't get one? It seems to fit best with what I belive anyway...
Friday, June 02, 2006
Colorado!
Oh my gosh, Skyler is writting again! Well, I am. And even while I'm on vacation. Like anything, I have my period of on and off time. Anyway, I'm in Colorado now for my cousins graduation. Its friday morning here now, but I got this shot from last night studying. Neve was trying to memorize all the nations capitols, and I was trying to help. Well, I also was making sure my camera hadn't broken from the plane ride.
Speaking of the plane ride, it was very nice. We got to the airport from the Fuhrman shuttle. Its that guy who drives the big green truck. Then We got checked in by some lady who was either new at the system, or just was not good at working a computer. She first printed out three tickets that were all the same. As in, she printed out Trevor's plane ticket three times. Then she canceled out of the program, so she had to re-log in. Then she was able to print out tickets after her co-worker helped her out. With that done, we headed through security screen where I got asked to take off my flip flops. We made it to the terminal an hour before to flight and sat down to wait. Trevor is reading Colbra 2, and I was reading through the score to Don Giovanni. A Mozart opera for those who don't know. I must have been the crazy looking one cause I was reading a huge score of music, and laughing all the time. If you havn't seen the opera, you don't know how funny it is. Anyway, we end up getting on the flight fine.
We were all seated in the front, seat 1A, 1B, 1C. I was hoping this would mean first class, but not really. The whole plane, around 23 rows, was all regular seating. We didn't have anyone in front of us, besides a nice white wall with a small tv in it, but were wern't able to have out bags in the seat in front us cause, cause thier wasn't one. The flight was real smooth and felt short. The plane helper / server lady ( I use this cause I can't spell well ) was interested in us, so she kelp talking to us. We talked about where we were going on the plane and things to that nature. She served us diet coke and granola bars. I thought it was a good trade. On the plane, I got to finish another Opera I had been listening to. Madama Butterfly, writting by Pucinni, was really good. Very sad, but very good. Listening to an opera is no good unless you read through the libretto ( its the book of words) first. I mean, people that speak italian would be able to know what they were singing about, so you should to. It makes the music more powerful. So I finished that one up, and think I might go see it this summer at the San Francisco Opera house. I'm going to see the Marriage of Fiargo there later this month, so I'll tell you about that when the time comes.
The first thing we did when we got here was to get out haircut. My brother and I both went to the barber down the street to get out hair done. As you can tell, I got mine short again. Feels good. I like it. After that, it was off to the lake to get the boat, then to watch Neve's basketball game. They lost, but they come back real close in the second half. Non-the-less, it was fun to watch. After a quick burrito, Allie, our cousin graduate, took us to a pool party at one of her friends houses. It was in a gated community, with one of those pools that everyone might use, but no one seems to want to use cause they have there own pools. When we go to end, a security guy was checking people off the "guest list". It was real funny cause they guy didn't seem to like that Allie was bringing in two males not on the list. But we got in anyway.
At the pool party, it didn't take people long for them to grab Allie and throw her in the pool, clothes and all. All fun to watch, but then it was standing alone by the pool not knowing anyone. Good thing that Allie had talke about Trevor and I a lot, cause her friends come up and started asking us questions. Now, being from California holds some sort of like, respect with every teenager. It seemed like who ever we talked to, and it seems like I meet more than 15 girls in one night, everyone thought it was cool to be from California. As they called it, "Cali". I must say that Allie's friends were very nice and fun to talk to. No one crazy except for this one girl, but I think she might have had too much cake to eat. We left an hour after we got there. Driving around, Allie and Trevor got into a big idea debate about politics and world affairs. They both seem to be very interested in Political Science, so like people of that nature, they always have ideas. I thought it was a cute display, like watching two panda bears play. Throwing ideas around like they could controll the world. Anyway, that was the night and my Thursday. I hope everyone has a good Friday and great weekend, and I'll catch up with you all later. Have a good one!
Speaking of the plane ride, it was very nice. We got to the airport from the Fuhrman shuttle. Its that guy who drives the big green truck. Then We got checked in by some lady who was either new at the system, or just was not good at working a computer. She first printed out three tickets that were all the same. As in, she printed out Trevor's plane ticket three times. Then she canceled out of the program, so she had to re-log in. Then she was able to print out tickets after her co-worker helped her out. With that done, we headed through security screen where I got asked to take off my flip flops. We made it to the terminal an hour before to flight and sat down to wait. Trevor is reading Colbra 2, and I was reading through the score to Don Giovanni. A Mozart opera for those who don't know. I must have been the crazy looking one cause I was reading a huge score of music, and laughing all the time. If you havn't seen the opera, you don't know how funny it is. Anyway, we end up getting on the flight fine.
We were all seated in the front, seat 1A, 1B, 1C. I was hoping this would mean first class, but not really. The whole plane, around 23 rows, was all regular seating. We didn't have anyone in front of us, besides a nice white wall with a small tv in it, but were wern't able to have out bags in the seat in front us cause, cause thier wasn't one. The flight was real smooth and felt short. The plane helper / server lady ( I use this cause I can't spell well ) was interested in us, so she kelp talking to us. We talked about where we were going on the plane and things to that nature. She served us diet coke and granola bars. I thought it was a good trade. On the plane, I got to finish another Opera I had been listening to. Madama Butterfly, writting by Pucinni, was really good. Very sad, but very good. Listening to an opera is no good unless you read through the libretto ( its the book of words) first. I mean, people that speak italian would be able to know what they were singing about, so you should to. It makes the music more powerful. So I finished that one up, and think I might go see it this summer at the San Francisco Opera house. I'm going to see the Marriage of Fiargo there later this month, so I'll tell you about that when the time comes.
The first thing we did when we got here was to get out haircut. My brother and I both went to the barber down the street to get out hair done. As you can tell, I got mine short again. Feels good. I like it. After that, it was off to the lake to get the boat, then to watch Neve's basketball game. They lost, but they come back real close in the second half. Non-the-less, it was fun to watch. After a quick burrito, Allie, our cousin graduate, took us to a pool party at one of her friends houses. It was in a gated community, with one of those pools that everyone might use, but no one seems to want to use cause they have there own pools. When we go to end, a security guy was checking people off the "guest list". It was real funny cause they guy didn't seem to like that Allie was bringing in two males not on the list. But we got in anyway.
At the pool party, it didn't take people long for them to grab Allie and throw her in the pool, clothes and all. All fun to watch, but then it was standing alone by the pool not knowing anyone. Good thing that Allie had talke about Trevor and I a lot, cause her friends come up and started asking us questions. Now, being from California holds some sort of like, respect with every teenager. It seemed like who ever we talked to, and it seems like I meet more than 15 girls in one night, everyone thought it was cool to be from California. As they called it, "Cali". I must say that Allie's friends were very nice and fun to talk to. No one crazy except for this one girl, but I think she might have had too much cake to eat. We left an hour after we got there. Driving around, Allie and Trevor got into a big idea debate about politics and world affairs. They both seem to be very interested in Political Science, so like people of that nature, they always have ideas. I thought it was a cute display, like watching two panda bears play. Throwing ideas around like they could controll the world. Anyway, that was the night and my Thursday. I hope everyone has a good Friday and great weekend, and I'll catch up with you all later. Have a good one!
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