Regulars

They walked in and said hello as I rushed some drinks out to another table.

“Hi, guys. Same drinks as usual?”

They nod.

“Alright, be right back with those.”

Tea with an extra carafe filled to the top, coffee with two creams even though she only uses one, and a mimosa before the meal. He drinks lots of tea and drinks it fast, so I always bring him plenty. She drinks her coffee just as quickly but sips on the mimosa while waiting for a refill. For each refill I’ll bring her another creamer, so she always has an extra…in case her habits change.

Sometimes she grabs a menu while walking in to pretend like her order will be something different than the usual, always hotcakes with sausage. His palette is always in the mood for a new dish. Today it was fajitas and eggs, a few weeks ago it was the migas.

They’re talkers. They can keep you at the table for several minutes if you let them. It seems like an eternity on days where I find myself “in the weeds”, struggling and squirming to communicate a sense of urgency, eventually slipping away gracefully to fulfill the needs of my other guests.

Though not everyone will agree, I always enjoy seeing them. My sentiment is not based upon the tip they leave, usually a standard 20 percent (yes, STANDARD), but on the interest they show in my aspirations, including becoming a fluent Spanish speaker. As an adult I’ve grown increasingly self-conscious when trying to speak Spanish. I understand the words through context and familiarity, but prefer to respond in English which does not help in working toward becoming fluent. To remedy this I decided to try to start reading books in Spanish and shared that specific goal with this couple. The last time I saw them he suggested a book of short stories with Spanish/English versions on each page. When I walked in the pub today, I had the book waiting for me in the office.

There are times people are ridiculous, rude, demeaning, and sometimes downright evil, but this couple embodies the reason I have not given up my second job as a waitress. To both of them, thank you, thank you, thank you for caring, contributing, and being a regular part of the pub.

Oh, snap.

My boss has somewhat of problem with curbing her cussing, and the fact that I generally don’t cuss creates an issue for me.  Yes, it is a bar, but she’s also my boss.  I tell her that she reminds me of a sailor each time something colorful comes out of her mouth, which is quite often.

After something particularly vulgar, I said, “[Her name], I think I’m going to look into finishing classes for you, so maybe one day you might actually turn into a lady.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“Well, sailor, guess today’s not the day for becoming a lady.”

State of Things

This afternoon I took a big step in trying to improve my work situation, or to at least clarify if being royally screwed on a daily basis is legit in the business world. Turns out getting screwed over is TOTALLY legit and that administration has to start believing that the economy is improving before my salary ever will.

Any hope of curbing my daily urge to call in sick was crushed within 30 minutes. Instead, I was handed a flyer for three free sessions of therapy to help deal with stress at work and the number of a recruiter to help me find another job. Gracias for the help…kind of.