I QUIT!

about a month ago...hehehe

But I fianlly did it.

So, I left the bar after 7 long years.....When a cieling tile landed on my head... LOL Yea.... It fell because the bucket of water (from the leaking cieling) was full.... hhaha.. oh was I pissed off that night!

I put in my 2 week notice, but was fired after working 3 shifts.. thank god. Financially, it kinda sucked hard. Mentally, it was the best thing that ever happened. I got a whole 12 days off of work.


I was only off work for 5 days when i got married. (Friday off, married on Sat. back on Tues.)

Anyway, I was treated like a total asshole those last 3 days, I was not privelaged enough to get the owners (my parents) a beer when they needed one. They talked shit about me when I walked away (dad dosent have an "inside voice") Whatever, theyre my parents... I shouldnt talk shit....... they ARE my parents... They just shouldnt own a bar, or any other type of business.

They told me not to ask for anything ever again.

What have they done (in the past 10 years), really?

OK, 5 years ago, they co-signed on a car for me, helped me get my car out of tow when I got my DUI....... Helped pay for the wedding... OH! they gave me pay advances when I needed cash.

OH! I FORGOT! They gave me job. hahaha!

Whatever, I got me a new job.



And I fucking love it.

Instead of beer and Jager, I serve milk and hot chocolate.
Instead of steak and burgers, I serve cupcakes and cookies.
Instead of drunk assholes, I serve teens and soccer moms........... OK, I know theyre not much better!
LOL

But when you hand that six year old kid his cupcake, his smile makes your heart melt....espacially when you offer him some sprinkles!

The tips really suck... with $1300 in sales, I took in about $15 in tips....and thats only because I was working with the owner. Otherwise I would have only been able to pay for my parking and maybe a pack of smokes... Its about a 50% cut in my income....if not more. But Im really likeing the change.

My boss is hella awesome. He's super stressed about the business, but it dosent show. He told me what he pays (in general anyway) for his lease.... I couldnt write that check each month.

He does some awesome shit too......This month he posted the water bill. It only went down by about $60, but there was this BIG thank-you letter to us staff about keeping cost down. It could have went down because business being down......

Its nice to see that people can still have such a positive outlook in an otherwise shitty economy.

I think its exactly what I've been needing these past few years...

my B button wont work!!!!

goddamn its fucked up right now.... im having a hard time posting....

were on a land contract....... 3 months behind.

found a cockroach today....

ceiling tile fell into the deep fryer.......owner wanted to "pick the chunks out"

roof is leaking.....in about 9 different places. one of the leaks is right above the fryer.....

if the fryer oil isnt changed......i quit..

this is so fucked up.

A good note...My DUI, holy shit did i get lucky! 12 months proation. Thats all I got. hehhe!!!
"yes I can pay everything now"

it was a lesson a needed to learm i guess...

GOOD GOD!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN???

SO.......The past month has been pure hell.

Or maybe I should say since Nov. 18th its been hell

Dog ate the carpet, computer decided it hates me, got a DUI, quit my job (for 13 hours), LOL

YES Bella got a DUI........dont wanna talk about it.....it made me gain 10 pounds. *facedesk*

I wish I could explain what went down when I quit my job. It was BAD!! My hubby was looking at me like I was crazy. "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO....?!???FOR WHAT YOU PAY ME!?!?ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING??!!?!!"

Thats about how it went. It was awesome! I got a raise! WOOT!

She didnt want to give me Wednesday off.... I need to go to court and I got shit for it.

Either way....I STILL work there. I guess I like the torture....It felt good to quit for the whole 13 hours lol

I sound like a spoiled brat hahaa not good.

sorry this is a BS post, Im sleepy.
Bella

BAH!!

oh christ.....im drunk.. ooops!

I did karaoke tonight....apparently I can carry a tune.

Tonight was....well, strange.

I basically stood behind the bar tonight, doing as little as possible, and managed to walk with $152.

Its very late....I would LOVE to write more, but I am just too tired. I guess I could sum it up really quick.

This past week I have been accused of stealing $10 from a regular customer. This is a customer that tips over the top, that I have partied with outside of the bar, and was at my wedding.
But I stole ten fucking dollars from him.....sure! That makes sense! Phhtttt!!!!!

This past week Ive been caught in the middle of 'lets see who can do the least amount of work' basically leaving it up to me to keep everything stocked. Lettuce, olives, pickles, beer! COME ON! How hard is it? The pissing match between mornings and mids....Its all falling onto me. I don't like stocking 12 cases of beer the minute I walk in the door!

This past week Ive been dealing with a co-worker that likes to stay until midnight when they get off at 1pm. Needless to say, she gets drunk, retarded and paranoid, thinking I stole her money. ...She is good friends with my regular that thinks I ripped him off ten bucks. SUPER!

This past week the owner has been getting on me about sales. "How did we go through that much CC?" Oh hell, I don't know! Maybe it had something to do with the 10 fucking people drinking it!!!..What a concept!

This past week I came to work with the day bartender handing me a big red piece of paper. "What the hell is this Bella?" It was a shut off notice from the water department. "Uhh, don't worry about it." I didn't know what to say about it.

This past week the owners went to the casino, came back to the bar, and bitched about the water bill.

This past week has been horrible.

This past week I applied at the Olive Garden. again.

Damn you people!

Alright, which one of you found me?

To the two ladies that work together, which one of you is reading this? Did you get me drunk and I told you? You KNOW SoCo gives me diarrhea of the mouth! Stop doing that! Biiiitchhh!

I'm starting to feel some pressure knowing that people read this. Should I start making shit up? No, that would be bad. I didn't have to work tonight, so I don't really have anything interesting to write. Bummer.

How about a horror story from my days at the Olive Garden? Ah yes, the days at the OG. I loved working there! I don't know why, but I absolutely loved working there. Would I go back? No. Not unless I could bring my entire management team (minus Rhonda) with me.

So I had the 4 bar booths this night. (we were the new Tuscan style place) 101, 102, 103, 104 were my tables that night. I was getting my bar pay, but waiting tables, and not splitting tips. I still had to make my own drinks, which was a major pain, but otherwise awesome.

Anyway, the night was almost over, and I had two tables that wanted to sit in the bar area.

Table 104 - Younger, mid twenties, regulars, excellent tippers.
Table 103 - Crotchy old people, not much time left, wants everything yesterday.

Table 104 usually comes in for lunch, but they cut through the OG parking lot to get to Best Buy, saw my car and decided to stop for dinner when they were done shopping. They order a Chicken Alfredo and a Tour of Italy....and of course salad and bread, extra ranch.

Table 103, never seen them before.... I walk up to the table with my wine bottle, "Hi! I'm bella, I'll be taking care of yo...... "WE DON'T DRINK!" Okay, fine. I just turned around and set the bottle on the bar "Well, I guess you wont be needing that! So how about something to drink?" The old woman just scowls at me and says "I just told you we don't drink! Is that too hard to understand?"

"No, ma'am, I was thinking maybe an iced tea, coffee, maybe a soda?"

"I just want water, with a lemon, and a straw."

"and for you sir?" *big smile*

"I'll have a Dewars, up." I think he might have felt bad or something. who knows.

I bring the drinks, they order food. She orders a Chicken Alfredo, lunch portion. " I want the lunch size! I cant eat the dinner size! It's too much food! Lunch size! You got that?" Yesss..
He orders the Tour of Italy. "Allright folks I'll get that right in for ya!"

I walk past 103 on my way to the compris and they're looking at me just laughing. I stop at at the the table and say "Is everything super freaking fabulous over here folks?" In a really sarcastic tone with a big cheesy smile. It just makes them laugh even harder. I walk away to put the order in.

Flash forward to 103 coming out. A co-worker was carrying my food to the table, I thought it was strange that 104 was coming out before 103. I go over to serve my food. (when Im not busy, I like to deliver my food.) Just as Lisa was setting the plate onto the table I notice it was a dinner size going to the 'I can't eat that size' lady...Oh shit.

"LISA! NO!" I grabbed the plate right out of her hand. "This goes to 103, can you check the window for 104? Its the same thing, just lunch size on the alfredo."

And then I got the old lady freak out.. "You're gonna take food right out from under me? right off my table?"

"Ma'am, this isn't your food. Your food is on the way, this food, goes to the table behind you."

"Well, I don't know who you think you are little missy! I can't believe you would take food from me! You can't do that! You can not do that! thats my food! you can't do that!!"

"Ma'am, that wasn't what you ordered. Your food is..."

"I guess you don't want a tip from us! Cuz you're not gettin one!"

"Well ma'am, I'm glad you found a reason not to tip me. Your order should be out shortly"

I walked over to my other table, rolled my eyes, and they just laughed. "Bella, seriously, how do you do this?"

"Honestly? I get to meet people like you." They tipped me about 75% and later bought me a few drinks at the bar down the street when I got off work.

The old fuckers stiffed me and called corporate.

You can't possibly be that ignorant...

As you know, (if you checked my profile) I'm from Detroit Michigan. Well, I'm not really from Detroit, but I do live 6 blocks from the border. I live in a mostly black city, (about 60/40) and I have friends and regular customers that are black....I don't like the 'N' word. (I'm white, not that that matters.)

Anyway.....This short fat white guy walks in the door tonight. Hes got a shaved head, Dickies that are covered in paint, and a flight jacket. I didn't think anything of if at first, Ive got a few guys that come in that look like that.

So, he orders a Budweiser, hands me 3 singles, and waits for his 50 cents.. *sigh* He starts bitching about the night club down the street. "Man! That mothafuckah down there just punched me in the head for no reason!" I ignore it. "Yea! It was the mothafuckin bouncer down there! I just felt him hittin me in the head, and I didn't do nothin to deserve it!"

Last I checked, you don't get an ass beating for no reason at that place. The other bar that's down the street, thats a different story.

I'll make an 'other bars in the neighborhood' post some other day.

He grabs his cell phone. "I gotta make a call to my boy, that bouncer is a dead mothafucka."

So now I have to eavesdrop...just a little...

"Yo dawg! We gotta meet up somewhere! I gotta problem. Yea, that mothafucka down at that jigga bar just punched me in the head for no reason and I wanna take care of his ass!" I know heard jigga, but I knew what was being implied.

I didn't think anything of it until I saw the look on Big D's face. Oh snap.

Big D is in his late 30's (I'm guessing) 6'3" 200+ pounds....He is a very big black man. I've never seen him get that look before. He has a bit of a southern drawl, I can't really explain how he talks, but he pauses alot, and..well, you would have to hear it, it's unexplainable.

"Uhhh....Bella, I know I'm not usually here this late, but uhhhh...how often does that man come in here?"

"D, I've never seen him before."

"Ok....good.....cause...uhhh......well....ya know." I nod. "Yeah, hes kind of an ass. Have a good evening sweetie."

"Well, its workin up to be that way.......Did he say what I think he said??"

"D, I heard what he said, It's not exactly what you think. He said 'jigga' not the other word." I knew what the asshole meant, I just didn't want a big fight at the end of the night.

"Bella, I've been around, I've been around awhile, I know what he means. Don't play wit me. I know you know......" Yeah, I know.

"I don't mean no disrespect bro!" The a-hole yells from across the bar.

Big D just looks at him, and gives me the 'are you kidding me?!?' look.

"Yo Bella, I'll just see you Thursday...I'm not doin' this shit tonight.....I just...I...MAN....See ya Thursday girl" Big D just walks out the door shaking his head in disbelief.

He has never had a problem in my place and it made me feel bad that this ass came in. Detroit is so segregated (by choice) and its really nice when you can get a mix of races in one place just having fun. It was just.... It was fucked up. Ive NEVER had this happen before tonight.

As soon as Big D leaves, this asshole starts up again how he got punched in the head by a bouncer down the street. "Man! I didn't even do anything! That N****R just started punchin me! For no reason! Fuck that N****r!"
Ok. Now I am done. "YOU SAY THAT WORD ONE MORE FUCKING TIME WERE GONNA HAVE A PROBLEM!"

He stops... ahhhh....silence.

But 2 minutes later he starts again with words I would feel guilty about typing. Lets just say... take the 'N word' replace 'ger' with 'lets' for an example. "YOU! GO! NOW! Don't EVER think about coming back!" I can't guarantee his safety if he comes back. I know that sounds bad, but I can't control what people do outside my doors.

He gets this puzzled look on his face, he can't figure out what he did wrong. "Just go" I say.

He calls me a stupid fucking bitch and leaves.

I know should have thrown him out after the 'jigga' comment, but I didn't. My bad.

Ive been drinking.....if this doesn't make sense, sorry...