RE: You know what really grinds my gears?: The moaning thread.
November 20, 2014 at 6:34 pm
(This post was last modified: November 20, 2014 at 6:35 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
(November 20, 2014 at 6:17 pm)rexbeccarox Wrote:(November 20, 2014 at 6:15 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Call me a dick but I never tip. Where I live in nova Scotia waitress's are paid the same as kitchen staff. I know when I washed dishes the kitchen got screwed because we did twice the work but they got to walk out with 60-70 a night in tips when we got shit all
I don't know if that makes you a dick in Canada, but if you come to most states in the US and don't tip, it definitely makes you one. Like I said, the highest hourly wage I made when I was a server was $3.30.
That's because many states mandate a lower min wage for waitresses. In Canada minimum is min wage. Its still seen as rude here, but I really don't care. The kitchen staff in any resturaunt grinds their balls off and my job was especially unpleasant. Every dishwasher knows that if you can feel the cuts in your hands you havent been doing for more then a week.
As an example, there was this blonde preppy and (by most men's standards) attractive. She like many waitresses (not all) got the job because the boss thought she was a 19 year old piece of ass. One night I was doing my job putting away dishes when I looked down and saw I was bleeding all over the plates. Didn't feel a thing, so when I stopped the bleeding I out the pkates back in the sink and went out to check the saucers I just put away out at the waitresses stand. She starting screaming at me in the middle of the store.
Okay tangent that has not much to do with the topic at hand, but every place that will hire people because the boss likes their ass will get a share of people like her.
I also want to apologize if that sounded sexist, but that is how some resturaunts are.
As an aside the minimum wage in nova Scotia is 10.40
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Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
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