LOL, if your average, thin skinned, entitled, sensitivity-trained, corporate drone were ever subjected to the employee interactions of the restaurant world, they'd melt. Oh the hazing, sexual harassment, general harassment, physical altercations, derogatory nicknames...
haha I worked in the Blarney Rock Irish bars in Manhattan in the late 70's. Good money to be had but you had to be quite deft playing the game between being pleasant enough to make good tips yet keep off the lewd drunks. I do think there were perhaps more gentlemanly manners then than now though. I got more grief from bad customers in the fancier places I worked.
Great thread, I was a chef in the early 80's. In cooking school in my class there were 18 men and two of us women. My mouth was way worse than Trump's little pussy grab joke. It was east coast too and I get the people who are offended by Trump, until I adapted I found it offensive too, now it is just funny. We women learned to handle ourselves. When I worked at a Marriott one of the waitresses was serving a table of athletes. One of them flashed her his dick, she looked down her nose at him and said, "What did you pull that little thing out for?" Totally humiliated him and came into the kitchen to tell us the story where we were just dying of laughter. We handled ourselves back then. Today a waitress might burst into tears and file a complaint.
I was at a tire fire party in high school (LOL, read that and weep, lefties) when the cops showed up. Most people scattered into the bushes, but a couple guys had to stick around because they were responsible for the keg.
So the cop tells them to put the fire out and one of the kids says,"What do you want me to do, piss on it?"
The cop responded, "Well then we'd have to cite you for indecent exposure.. but it would probably just get dismissed in court, due to lack of evidence."
LOL, if your average, thin skinned, entitled, sensitivity-trained, corporate drone were ever subjected to the employee interactions of the restaurant world, they'd melt. Oh the hazing, sexual harassment, general harassment, physical altercations, derogatory nicknames...
haha I worked in the Blarney Rock Irish bars in Manhattan in the late 70's. Good money to be had but you had to be quite deft playing the game between being pleasant enough to make good tips yet keep off the lewd drunks. I do think there were perhaps more gentlemanly manners then than now though. I got more grief from bad customers in the fancier places I worked.
Great thread, I was a chef in the early 80's. In cooking school in my class there were 18 men and two of us women. My mouth was way worse than Trump's little pussy grab joke. It was east coast too and I get the people who are offended by Trump, until I adapted I found it offensive too, now it is just funny. We women learned to handle ourselves. When I worked at a Marriott one of the waitresses was serving a table of athletes. One of them flashed her his dick, she looked down her nose at him and said, "What did you pull that little thing out for?" Totally humiliated him and came into the kitchen to tell us the story where we were just dying of laughter. We handled ourselves back then. Today a waitress might burst into tears and file a complaint.
I was at a tire fire party in high school (LOL, read that and weep, lefties) when the cops showed up. Most people scattered into the bushes, but a couple guys had to stick around because they were responsible for the keg.
So the cop tells them to put the fire out and one of the kids says,"What do you want me to do, piss on it?"
The cop responded, "Well then we'd have to cite you for indecent exposure.. but it would probably just get dismissed in court, due to lack of evidence."
BURN!