Millennials Are People Too

Great blog about twenty somethings and the perception that is out there.

"Be like Aslan," she wrote.

I’m tired, y’all.

Tired of not fully understanding my French reading. Tired of not having proper time to go the the Rec. Tired of my phone being broken.

Above all, dear reader, I am tired of being a Millennial.

Not because I’m ashamed of my Millennial brothers and sisters. Not because I wish I was born in another era (that’s a whole other story). But because I’m tired of being bashed in popular media.

I read anotherarticle the other day which sarcastically mocked 20-somethings. And it just might have been the straw that broke the 20-something’s back.

Hi, I’m an entitled and broke 20-something and today I’m here to share with you some tips and tricks to grocery shopping on a budget that I’ve picked up over the past year and a half. You see, I graduated college a year and a half ago and, without meal plans or…

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Childish Customers

If there is one thing that you can count on in the service industry, is that there are going to be instances of grown people acting like children. This has the highest chance of occurring when they ask for something we don’t have.

“Can I get a sweet tea?”

“We only have unsweet.”

Now mature people who have grown to realize that sometimes things don’t work out exactly the way you hoped they would react by drinking unsweet or picking something else.

“Well I want sweet tea.”

Okay, now I know you’re a child with wrinkles. I know you want sweet tea. Hell, I would like a sweet tea too. But it’s not a thing that we have. This isn’t a fucking grocery store. We have a list of shit that’s available and everything else is unobtainium. You’d have a better chance of getting your sweet tea at a jiffy lube.

I just don’t get how grown people can be so fixated on just one thing to make or break their experience. This evening a table of seven was enjoying their meal. Everything was going great, they were relaxed and having a great time. Nothing but smooth sailing. Some ate faster than others and asked for some to go boxes. I brought out the boxes and inquired about desert. No takers.

They were my only table, so I asked how they would care to split the checks. When I returned and started passing out checks, this adolescent 50 year old man said, “I’ve never gotten the check before I was finished.” This magnificent masterpiece of douche had two bites on his goddamn plate. Everybody else had their cards out. I pocketed his check and apologized.

“I’m already mad. You’re apology doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Now, I am unfortunately not in the position to shame this gray haired tween the way he deserves. I walk away and tell a manager. The manager talks to him, says the guy is fine. I go back to the table and he still is jawing. He hands me his debit card, says that now he’s finished and he’s ready for a check. Same amount of food on his plate from earlier. Every once in awhile I get the urge to follow a table out to the parking lot and tell them what for and I’ve never felt it so strongly tonight.

I can take some rudeness, some unresponsiveness, some exorbitant messiness, whatever. But nothing pisses me off more than an adult who behaves like a child.

What behaviors infuriate you in the workplace?



The Job Cycle

There are several phases that people go through when they start a new job. I’ll talk about the first one in this post.

Phase 1: New Job!

The professional honeymoon phase is the easiest for the new employee. The managers don’t expect anything special from their new hires. They have had many failures in the past and all they want is for the new guys to not fuck anything up too badly. One or two minor mistakes a day is easily forgivable. In the restaurant industry, a new employee can end up costing a great deal of money. A new hire who can limit their comps is already getting on managements good side. On account of the lack of trust, the noob gets baby sections with small tables. They’ll be the first ones to go home and will make the least amount of money.

The new employee during this period should be a door mat. Just do whatever anyone asks you to. The more talk about you being helpful floating throughout the restaurant will help you move up the ladder faster. What you’re trying to do during this phase is prove that you’re not a run of the mill employee. You can handle more than the other noobs that are still ringing orders in wrong day in and day out. Help out as much as you can, and offer your help as much as you can. One easy way to appear helpful is to ask often what the closers need. The closers have a lot of influence with the managers. The best part of offering them help is, they won’t need it. They’re the studs who never get in the weeds. You get all the benefit of appearing helpful, without actually doing anything.

This phase can end quickly, if done right. They go from not expecting anything from you, to trusting you with better sections and the money can start rolling in.

What are some things that help you on your first days on the job?



Music Ain’t My Thing

Today I got the opportunity to do some work as a roadie. It was pretty cool to see how a band’s equipment gets set up. The dude in charge of the whole thing, who loved to call me Craig despite his insistence on getting everyone else’s name right, was so meticulous about how the cords were put out. That made taking everything apart that much easier. I love to see people do a little work in the beginning to save them from a disaster at the end.

As far as the musical performance went, it was alright. The 200 plus old people in attendance really seemed to dig it. I never have been that much into music. I like some of this and some of that, but I never feel like I appreciate it the way it’s supposed to be appreciated. There is nothing in music more boring than a guitar solo. It’s like hockey. They’re out there, doing something that’s really difficult, and I couldn’t give less of a shit. But to each his own I guess.

I think I roadie again tomorrow. Thanks for reading,




So this is it. My first blog. I hope you enjoy it. I know there isn’t much reason to read it. You don’t know me. Not yet anyway. I feel like we can make a strong connection through this outlet.

That was sarcasm. While I know that people can make connections through blogs, I doubt many people would want to make a connection with someone who only blogs about making connections. Or someone who uses the word blog too much.

Is this long enough? Too long?

I am currently a server. I taught for a year. I worked in restaurants all through college. My professional perspective is that of a server for the most part. Servers tend to have good stories that are totally relatable to everyone.

That’s more sarcasm. Boom. I’m on fire, man. Most server stories tend to bore the hell out of non-servers. I’ll try to keep them to a minimum, but no promises.

Really I can’t make any promises about anything. How long I’ll write, if it’s worth reading, what the topics are going to be, how consistent I’ll post. I’ll try it out and hope it works. I’ll probably have a few back logged, so I’ll be consistent for the beginning.

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you come back,