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2020.11.28 02:00 ahorsenamedagro mocoeats
Restaurants and food in (and maybe around) the Montgomery County, MD area. Help post food related news and experiences in MoCo, please keep it positive.
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A place where Frederictonians can FREELY share ideas, pictures, and ask other community members for information.
2024.06.01 14:56 Sweet-Count2557 Distrikt Hotel New York City in New York City, USA
 | Distrikt Hotel New York City in New York City, USA submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] Discover the Best of New York City at Distrikt Hotel in Midtown Manhattan Price Level: $$$$ Hotel Class: 3.0 Looking for a hotel in the heart of New York City? Look no further than Distrikt Hotel New York City. Located in Midtown Manhattan, our hotel is just minutes away from popular attractions like Times Square, Hells Kitchen, and The Empire State Building. With our concierge team at your service, you can easily plan your itinerary and transportation. Plus, as a Distrikt guest, you'll enjoy exclusive local discounts. Our modern guest rooms are designed with your comfort in mind, featuring triple-paned windows to block out the noise while still offering breathtaking views. Hungry? Head to our on-site restaurant and bar, Collage Bistro and Bar, where you can enjoy everything from grab n go breakfasts to late-night cocktails. And don't forget to take advantage of our free WiFi, fitness center access, room service, and car service. Book your stay at Distrikt Hotel New York City today and experience the best of the Big Apple. Amenities of Distrikt Hotel New York City in New York City, USA Distrikt Hotel in New York City, USA, offers a wide range of amenities to ensure a comfortable and convenient stay for its guests. The hotel provides free internet and wifi access, allowing guests to stay connected throughout their stay. The friendly and knowledgeable concierge is available to assist with any inquiries or requests. The hotel features non-smoking rooms and facilities for disabled guests, ensuring a comfortable stay for all visitors. Guests can enjoy a delicious meal at the on-site restaurant or unwind with a drink at the balounge. For those arriving by air, airport transportation is available. The hotel also offers a business center for guests who need to stay productive during their stay. Each room is equipped with a refrigerator and a flatscreen TV for added convenience. The 24-hour front desk and housekeeping services ensure that guests' needs are met at any time. Additionally, the hotel provides baggage storage, a safe, and an ATM on-site for added convenience. With its excellent amenities and convenient location, Distrikt Hotel is the perfect choice for a memorable stay in New York City. Contact of Distrikt Hotel New York City in New York City, USA 18772149174 342 West 40th Street, New York City, NY 10018-1404 nycds.hotel@hilton.com https://www.hilton.com/en/hotels/nycdsup-distrikt-hotel-new-york-city/?SEO_id=YEXTN-AMER-UP-NYCDSUP&y_source=1_MTExNTc4MjMtNzY5LWxvY2F0aW9uLndlYnNpdGU%3D Location of Distrikt Hotel New York City in New York City, USA Pictures of Distrikt Hotel New York City in New York City, USA Tips for Staying in Distrikt Hotel New York City This is a small hotel, others were great at night at not slamming their doors shut, but oh lord the morning.They store your luggage free of charge.Coffee complimentary!!This room is about a 15 minute walk from Times Square. This was the furthest I have ever stayed. I would recommend staying closer to 47th StGet to know the staff. New Yorkers are so friendly and accommodating.Do not book here. Reviews of Distrikt Hotel New York City in New York City, USA Book Distrikt Hotel New York City Now !!! Tags |
2024.06.01 13:59 HeidiInWonderland Puerile Delight
Our session with Susan on Thursday is still ringing in my ears. Lita and I decided we need to take responsibility for bringing our beautiful family to a higher level. It's time for us to go from takers to givers. (At least sometimes.)
"Let's all eat and go swimming together!"
Sensei (from the May 17 WT article): "Dialogues are like a drama in multiple acts. There are moments when sparks fly and moments of sheer delight when chords of sympathy reverberate. Lively, vigorous dialogue is satisfying and overflowing with dynamism. That is why I give my absolute all to each encounter."
Friday night and it just worked out. Leonard was stuck in a studio session and couldn't make our lesson. After Memorial Day Mom and Dad have Friday afternoons off for the summer. Muma and Pupa had finished their work.
"Meet us at that Peruvian Restaurant on Cypress Avenue and 138th Street!" What they didn't know is that Lita and I packed their swimwear and enough towels for an army.
So we met. As it turns our Pio Pio is a chic and popular restaurant. I've never had rotisserie chicken as good as "Mama Juana's." They have this green sauce ("picante") dip that was so good.
So we talked about this and that. Big things such as the wedding and losing the bid on the property. Little things like Lita's personification of the modeling shoot. She also had us cracking up with a routine of a girl (she) who had to decide on whether or not to go on a tour. She called it "to tour or not to tour."
We ordered Flan and Tres Leches cakes for dessert. We told them that we had packed everything to go swimming at our East Bronx gym. "What? Swimming after this meal?" Veto. Oh well.šš¤Ŗ
Lita and I insisted on paying for the dinner. After all, we are now part-time givers.
Did gongyo, going to run. Amazing morning. Jammy playing for brunch and lunch. ALDI tonight.
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"Let's all eat and go swimming together!"
Sensei (from the May 17 WT article): "Dialogues are like a drama in multiple acts. There are moments when sparks fly and moments of sheer delight when chords of sympathy reverberate. Lively, vigorous dialogue is satisfying and overflowing with dynamism. That is why I give my absolute all to each encounter."
Friday night and it just worked out. Leonard was stuck in a studio session and couldn't make our lesson. After Memorial Day Mom and Dad have Friday afternoons off for the summer. Muma and Pupa had finished their work.
"Meet us at that Peruvian Restaurant on Cypress Avenue and 138th Street!" What they didn't know is that Lita and I packed their swimwear and enough towels for an army.
So we met. As it turns our Pio Pio is a chic and popular restaurant. I've never had rotisserie chicken as good as "Mama Juana's." They have this green sauce ("picante") dip that was so good.
So we talked about this and that. Big things such as the wedding and losing the bid on the property. Little things like Lita's personification of the modeling shoot. She also had us cracking up with a routine of a girl (she) who had to decide on whether or not to go on a tour. She called it "to tour or not to tour."
We ordered Flan and Tres Leches cakes for dessert. We told them that we had packed everything to go swimming at our East Bronx gym. "What? Swimming after this meal?" Veto. Oh well.šš¤Ŗ
Lita and I insisted on paying for the dinner. After all, we are now part-time givers.
Did gongyo, going to run. Amazing morning. Jammy playing for brunch and lunch. ALDI tonight.
2024.06.01 11:46 DIYBON What Would You Do?
 | Hi dolls! (Just a quick post, will delete later) submitted by DIYBON to StraightTransGirls [link] [comments] Me and my friend went to a hamburger place in the middle of the night last night. Our plan was to just hang out and enjoy some food together. When we arrive, I see some guys inside the restaurant and Iām like immediately like āAURR HELL NAURā. My gut insticts just tells me āNO!!!ā. I have social anxiety and trauma from guys being rude and hardcore bullies, for growing up as an effeminate male. So me and my friend orders and takes a seat outside the restaurant to avoid them. Then this group of āhot but scary menā walks out, one of them turns around and says āHey, I think youāre gorgeous. Can I have your Snapchat?ā. And he just stands, looks me in the eyes and wait for me to respond. My first thought is like āis this a T chaser? Canāt he tell Iām a LITERAL walking XY chromosome? Hello? I donāt wanna speak!! What do I do? Is this happening?ā. My voice donāt pass, and I didnāt wanna give him a jumpscare so my first instinct was to just say āIām transā. Iāve had people comment on and react to my voice before. Well, he got shook and was like āOh okay, nevermindā, then ran back to his group of orangutang sissyboy friends and was like āITāS A TRANS OMG HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA WTF BROOā and they start screaming and jumping like a group of monkeys. Iām happy for him telling me Iām gorgeous but his reaction, not so much. Then his friend comes up to me and says āIām sorry idk why heās acting like that. Do you have a boyfriend? Can I have your Snapchat?ā, and Iām like āItās probably cuz my D is bigger than his, but sureā (ew why did I say that) and he laughs and gives me his phone and tells me to add him on snap. We also chit chat and Iām like āthatās just insecurity, usually men talks to us trans girls behind closed doorsā and heās like āyeah hahaā. I thought he was nice and was trying to prove his friends and me a point, that having a trans woman on snap is nothing to be afraid of or something. Then this one and only woman from the group comes up and is like āhey whatās going on?ā, and Iām like āthose insecure boys are scared of a trans womanā, and this guy that stands next to me, who I just told Iām trans is like āWAIT YOUāRE A DUDE?ā And Iām like āI JUST TOLD YOU IāM TRANS????ā. And he does the same thing, screams and runs back to his group of friends. Iām pretty sure he was ashamed because the woman came up to us - he KNEW?!. Itās all confusing and it was as confusing IRL too. The woman shook her head and was like āIām so sorry for this, Iām so ashamed. Those are my cousinsā, then she gave me a hug and told me Iām beautiful and we said good bye. When she jumps in the car, they start honking, screaming and filming us before driving away. āWhat Would You Doā in a situation like this? Would you even say youāre trans to begin with? I mean my voice donāt pass, how can I not? I donāt want weird reactions but it still happened. Also, āWhat Would You Doā if you and your friend is downtown talking, and a group of guys walks by and someone says āITāS A TRANNYā. This happened a few times too, and my first instinct is to fight back verbally which I know can be dangerous. Iām just tired of staying quiet after growing up being bullied from childhood to adulthood. I feel like Iām betraying myself staying quiet. |
2024.06.01 10:45 Ready-Bat-8824 May 2024 Hilaria Baldwinās IG Recap = 5 Posts or āThe Baby Also Has Sewer Slippers?!?ā
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Alec: Well, in my family now, I'm the only person I know who drops four kids off at school in the morning and comes home and I still have three kids waiting for me. When I get home, I have seven - I have eight children. Ireland, my oldest daughter who's married, Ireland has a baby, and she and her boyfriend are living in Oregon. And I met my wife and I got remarried and I had seven kids in nine years. It's crazy. (I think you meant to say, āmy wife is batshit crazy.ā The devil is in the details, Zander) And then, all of a sudden, I met my wife, who I love dearly, (I think he repeats this in virtually every interview to counter the years of talking shit about Kim Basinger) every time the baby would get to be two years old, weād go, maybe it's time for one more baby, one more baby, so we have seven kids. But we're actually selling our house, moving to Vermont. We bought a place in Vermont, and I'm trying to get everybody to start to acclimate up thereā¦I think my wife wants a little change of scenery now, it's so crowded out hereā¦I love Vermont. It's so peaceful. We got a great deal. We got fifty-five acres; house was built in 1792. It's very pretty. The Kids Want Alec Around All the Time Host: What do you do away from your family? Meaning, do you play golf? Do you play tennis? Alec: I play tennis all summer...The thing that's happened in these last ten years, especially the last three or four years, is my kids are used to me being aroundā¦I mean they really rely on thatā¦ when I'm gone, they're like, you know, they're on FaceTime. If I travel to go away for a couple of days to get a paycheck, theyāre on my FaceTime going you know, where are you? What are you doing? You know, they're completely baffled when I go away. (God bless those kiddos and Iām preeetttttty sure they rely on Leonela/Leonetta a whole lot.) Drug & Alcohol Use Alec: Every day for two years, I think I snorted a line of cocaine from here to Saturn. We did one on the rings of Saturn. Then we came home. We took it back home. I mean, cocaine was like coffee back and everybody was doing it all day. I did a lot of coke and then I and then February 23rd, 1985ā¦I stopped doing drugs and my drinking increased, which is they tell you that's going to happen, and that did happen. I just started drinking. I mean, and the thing, I miss drinking. I don't miss drugs at all, but I do miss drinking. I like to drink. (I appreciate next to nothing about this man, but I appreciate the honesty of this statement). Host: But because you don't drink, and because you don't do drugs, what do you do? Do you meditate? What do you do to deal with the pressures of the outside, you know, forces, (I think you mean ālawsuitsā, Paul) what do you do to get away from that? Alec: (deadpan) Drink. I drink. I lied; I've been drinking nonstop since 1985. I lie. I tell people I'm sober and I drink my balls off. (Laughs) But no, I do miss drinking, I must sayā¦New York relaxes me. I walk around and I see aspects of it that I've never seen before. I look at a building and I'll go, my god, I never noticed that about that building. Those doors. You know. New York is like a European city. You walk around and keep your eyes open. And I have lunches and coffee with my friends. (Um is he talking about the owner of Madman Espresso? Because thatās the only coffee related person weāve ever seen him around.) And, I'd like to get out of here because the city is chaotic. (But also relaxing? What the hell?) But we live in the village. It's a little bit more residential. I love New York. I go to the symphony and the opera and the ballet all the time, you know, pretty regularly. But I do try to meditate. Meditating with seven children is like trying to play ping pong on the deck of an aircraft. It's a real pain in the ass. (But they rely on you, Alec?!?!)
MichWho was also there- if only Hillary's mallet could tap some life into the frozen tundra of Mich's mask/face.
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2024.06.01 10:03 Kanaiiiii My husbands friends are too immature and donāt understand that me being pregnant means I canāt handle certain things
Iām 20 weeks FTM, and my husband invited all his buddies over to our house for the next three days. Itās his big 30th bday thing and Iām trying to be supportive but heās got one friend that absolutely has some issues. This guy is 29, and he is acting like heās 12. He screams and says dumb shit in public and tries to act up like heās a class clown seeking attention.
Before anyone says, oh maybe heās got adhd. Yeah, so do I, so does my husband, and so does another girl in this friend group staying at our house. Somehow, we manage to not be complete dickheads.
Iāve mentioned multiple times that my ears have been extremely sensitive and painful. The screaming does not stop. Itās 2 am right now and I canāt sleep because Iām in so much pain. The guy ended up fixating on a server who kept making small mistakes at a restaurant today after spending all day yelling and acting literally like a kid. He was bringing down the mood of the entire party and I just snapped at him and told him if heād stop fixating Iād pay for his meal.
He got upset and said he had every right because he was paying so much then ranted about not tipping the poor girl (who was brand new) and I told him āto re-fucking-lax because while we get that youāre annoyed, itās fucking over.ā He stormed off like a toddler. My husband seemed to try to move on but even he had been screaming in my ear all day, entirely influenced by his friendās hyperactivity.
Iām so sick of the noise. I told my husband I wanted to stay at a hotel since it was so fucking loud all the time. He brushed it off, then went out with the pouting guy and another buddy for drinks. Before leaving, he got a fan for another guest whoād complained non stop about how hot it is in our house (itās 18 Celsius bro) and I said donāt, just let him open a window itās 10 degrees outside, but was ignored.
They leave, the fan is broken and nasty loud and wow canāt sleep again. Donāt wanna be doubly rude and go unplug it so I text my husband who doesnāt pick up, so I call him verging on meltdown and get upset about him constantly leaving me on read. He says heāll come home once I tell him Iām going to go to a hotel. I tell him please donāt fucking do that, just be chill about the hotel, but no he comes home right away.
So now Iām pissed cause Iāve been ignored, itās past my window to feel tired (oh I have horrible insomnia) and Iām just sat here like, wtf could I even have done differently when I literally spent all day trying not to be a bother and asking people to just not scream?!
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Before anyone says, oh maybe heās got adhd. Yeah, so do I, so does my husband, and so does another girl in this friend group staying at our house. Somehow, we manage to not be complete dickheads.
Iāve mentioned multiple times that my ears have been extremely sensitive and painful. The screaming does not stop. Itās 2 am right now and I canāt sleep because Iām in so much pain. The guy ended up fixating on a server who kept making small mistakes at a restaurant today after spending all day yelling and acting literally like a kid. He was bringing down the mood of the entire party and I just snapped at him and told him if heād stop fixating Iād pay for his meal.
He got upset and said he had every right because he was paying so much then ranted about not tipping the poor girl (who was brand new) and I told him āto re-fucking-lax because while we get that youāre annoyed, itās fucking over.ā He stormed off like a toddler. My husband seemed to try to move on but even he had been screaming in my ear all day, entirely influenced by his friendās hyperactivity.
Iām so sick of the noise. I told my husband I wanted to stay at a hotel since it was so fucking loud all the time. He brushed it off, then went out with the pouting guy and another buddy for drinks. Before leaving, he got a fan for another guest whoād complained non stop about how hot it is in our house (itās 18 Celsius bro) and I said donāt, just let him open a window itās 10 degrees outside, but was ignored.
They leave, the fan is broken and nasty loud and wow canāt sleep again. Donāt wanna be doubly rude and go unplug it so I text my husband who doesnāt pick up, so I call him verging on meltdown and get upset about him constantly leaving me on read. He says heāll come home once I tell him Iām going to go to a hotel. I tell him please donāt fucking do that, just be chill about the hotel, but no he comes home right away.
So now Iām pissed cause Iāve been ignored, itās past my window to feel tired (oh I have horrible insomnia) and Iām just sat here like, wtf could I even have done differently when I literally spent all day trying not to be a bother and asking people to just not scream?!
2024.06.01 09:11 Sweet-Count2557 Babymoon Destinations April 2024
 | Babymoon Destinations April 2024 submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] Oh, the joys of April! As we eagerly anticipate the arrival of spring, it's also the perfect time for expecting parents to embark on a blissful babymoon. In this article, we present our top 5 babymoon destinations that are simply ideal for an April getaway. Whether you're seeking relaxation by the beach or exploring charming cities, these hand-picked destinations ensure a safe and memorable babymoon experience. So sit back, relax, and let us guide you through the ultimate April babymoon adventure! Key Takeaways Beach destinations such as Hawaii and the Maldives offer breathtaking sunsets and serene beaches for a babymoon in April. Mountain retreats like Aspen, Colorado and Banff, Canada provide stunning natural beauty and opportunities for hiking and reconnecting with nature during a babymoon in April. 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You can enjoy long walks on the sandy shores, relax by the water, and indulge in some delicious seafood. Many beach resorts offer prenatal massages and other spa treatments specifically designed for expectant mothers, allowing you to unwind and pamper yourself during your babymoon. If you're looking for something more adventurous, consider exploring national parks or hiking trails. April is a great time to witness the beauty of nature as flowers start blooming and wildlife becomes more active. Just make sure to check if any specific trails or activities are safe for pregnant women before embarking on your adventure. Another idea is to plan a city getaway. Many cities have excellent healthcare facilities, ensuring peace of mind during your babymoon. You can explore local attractions, dine at fancy restaurants, or simply stroll through charming neighborhoods hand in hand. April Babymoon Travel Guide: Where to Go Consider visiting a beach resort during this time, where you can enjoy relaxing walks on the sandy shores and indulge in delicious seafood. April is the perfect time to plan a babymoon getaway and there are plenty of ideal destinations to choose from. Here are some tips for planning the perfect babymoon getaway in April: Maldives: With its pristine beaches, crystal-clear waters, and luxurious resorts, the Maldives is an ideal destination for a babymoon. You can relax by the pool or take romantic walks along the beach. Maui, Hawaii: Known for its stunning landscapes and beautiful beaches, Maui offers a tranquil setting for your babymoon. You can explore the Road to Hana, go snorkeling in Molokini Crater, or simply unwind on one of Maui's many picturesque beaches. Santorini, Greece: This Greek island is famous for its breathtaking sunsets and whitewashed buildings perched on cliffs. Enjoy romantic strolls through the narrow streets of Oia or relax on one of Santorini's black sand beaches. Bali, Indonesia: Bali offers a mix of relaxation and adventure with its stunning beaches, lush rice terraces, and vibrant culture. Take a yoga class by the ocean or pamper yourself with a traditional Balinese spa treatment. When planning your babymoon getaway in April, make sure to consider safety precautions such as checking travel advisories and ensuring that medical facilities are readily available at your chosen destination. Frequently Asked Questions What Are Some Fun and Safe Activities to Do on a Babymoon in April? When planning a babymoon in April, it's important to consider fun and safe activities for both you and your partner. Enjoy the great outdoors with activities like hiking, gentle walks on the beach, or picnics in scenic parks. For some pampering and relaxation, indulge in pregnancy-friendly spa treatments that will leave you feeling rejuvenated. Remember to prioritize safety by avoiding strenuous activities and opting for destinations with good healthcare facilities nearby. Are There Any Specific Clothing Recommendations for Babymooning in April? When it comes to babymooning in April, clothing recommendations are important for both comfort and style. We suggest packing essentials such as loose-fitting dresses or tops with stretchy waistbands, as well as comfortable shoes for walking. Layering is key, so bring a light jacket or cardigan for cooler evenings. Don't forget to pack sunscreen and a wide-brimmed hat for sun protection during outdoor activities. Are There Any Travel Restrictions or Requirements for Babymooning in April? Travel restrictions and requirements for babymooning in April vary depending on the destination. It's important to research and stay updated on the latest travel advisories and guidelines set by local authorities or international organizations. Some popular babymoon destinations may have specific entry requirements such as negative COVID-19 tests, health screenings, or mandatory quarantines. Considering destinations with lower COVID-19 cases and robust safety measures in place can provide a safer babymoon experience. What Are Some Popular Food and Dining Options at Babymoon Destinations in April? Popular food options and dining recommendations are important considerations when planning a babymoon in April. It's crucial to choose destinations that offer a wide variety of culinary experiences to cater to different tastes. Exploring local cuisine can be both exciting and educational, providing an opportunity to indulge in delicious dishes while immersing oneself in the culture of the destination. From cozy cafes serving comfort food to upscale restaurants offering fine dining experiences, there are plenty of options available for expectant couples looking for memorable dining experiences during their babymoon getaway. Are There Any Special Events or Festivals Happening at Babymoon Destinations in April? In April, many babymoon destinations offer special events and festivals that add to the relaxation and pampering experience. From vibrant music festivals to serene yoga retreats, there is something for every couple seeking a memorable babymoon getaway. These events provide opportunities to immerse yourself in local culture, indulge in delicious cuisine, and create lasting memories. Whether you're looking for a lively celebration or a tranquil escape, April offers an array of options to suit your preferences. Conclusion In conclusion, April is a fantastic month to plan a babymoon. There are plenty of amazing destinations to choose from, whether you're looking for a relaxing beach getaway or an adventurous city escape. There's something for every expecting couple. Interestingly, according to recent statistics, the number of babymoon trips taken in April has been steadily increasing over the past few years. This highlights the growing trend of couples prioritizing quality time together before their little one arrives. So why not take advantage of this special time and create lasting memories on your babymoon in April? |
2024.06.01 08:42 desrosierss Being the ānew guyā at a job sucks so bad
Forgive me for rant, I just need to vent to likeminded people.
Iāve been diagnosed with autism since I was 19. I try to inform the people I work with that I have this and learn differently than others. And also that I never try to be rude, I just struggle with tone and bluntness.
Iām working my second job ever, I work as a waitress and Iāve been one for two years before quitting my old one (due to management) and going to my current one. Itās already hard enough being the new guy, but being the autistic new guy? God! Itās ten times harder! I try my hardest to sound cheery and polite but there is a clique at my job so to speak. Iāve tried to be talkative to them all- but Iām not meant with much conversation back. Thatās fine, sure. Though I definitely feel somewhat outcasted.
My manager gets onto me about things that I see my other coworkers doing, but when I do it, Iām in the wrong? I initially took it as oh, sheās correcting me on things since Iām new. But Iāve noticed that when others do the same thing as me (example: not having hair fully put up. And trust me, I keep mine pinned back but I canāt escape random strands every now and then. While other girls walk around with their half way up!)
Almost all of my coworkers and new manager talk in a certain way around me. Like they are judging me or something. They talk in a way that makes me think of highschool girls, if that makes sense? Like, Iāll say something and they stare at me like Iām insane or make fun of what I said.
Iāve been training for two weeks and Iām about to be put on officially now. But today my manager went up to me and asked me if I had any questions. I answered, no, I think I got it. I havenāt been corrected in a while and I think I understand how this restaurant works now. She added āwell, weāve trained you for three weeks instead of just one. We usually just do one, but we gave you extra time.ā (This isnāt true, Iāve been training for two weeks, not three. I still donāt know why she said that or felt necessary to add that) āSo if you donāt have it by Sunday this isnāt going to work out and youāll be fired.ā That already let me down and worried me and took away the confidence that I once had. Then, I got told by a coworker to hurry up and that Iām holding them back from going home. (I was vacuuming the restaurant and making sure that I got everything up. I did this because the last time I vacuumed I was told I missed a spot constantly.)
Iām just holding on at this point. I broke down to my fiancĆ©e when I got in the car and already vented to him about it and he did comfort me and gave me advice. Basically to not worry about what others think of me and to just go in, get the job done and leave. And if it persists, to tell the manager above her.
I agree with all of what he said, but I still want to vent a little and wonder if anyone else has had a similar situation to me. Being treated different in the workplace due to their disability and all.
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Iāve been diagnosed with autism since I was 19. I try to inform the people I work with that I have this and learn differently than others. And also that I never try to be rude, I just struggle with tone and bluntness.
Iām working my second job ever, I work as a waitress and Iāve been one for two years before quitting my old one (due to management) and going to my current one. Itās already hard enough being the new guy, but being the autistic new guy? God! Itās ten times harder! I try my hardest to sound cheery and polite but there is a clique at my job so to speak. Iāve tried to be talkative to them all- but Iām not meant with much conversation back. Thatās fine, sure. Though I definitely feel somewhat outcasted.
My manager gets onto me about things that I see my other coworkers doing, but when I do it, Iām in the wrong? I initially took it as oh, sheās correcting me on things since Iām new. But Iāve noticed that when others do the same thing as me (example: not having hair fully put up. And trust me, I keep mine pinned back but I canāt escape random strands every now and then. While other girls walk around with their half way up!)
Almost all of my coworkers and new manager talk in a certain way around me. Like they are judging me or something. They talk in a way that makes me think of highschool girls, if that makes sense? Like, Iāll say something and they stare at me like Iām insane or make fun of what I said.
Iāve been training for two weeks and Iām about to be put on officially now. But today my manager went up to me and asked me if I had any questions. I answered, no, I think I got it. I havenāt been corrected in a while and I think I understand how this restaurant works now. She added āwell, weāve trained you for three weeks instead of just one. We usually just do one, but we gave you extra time.ā (This isnāt true, Iāve been training for two weeks, not three. I still donāt know why she said that or felt necessary to add that) āSo if you donāt have it by Sunday this isnāt going to work out and youāll be fired.ā That already let me down and worried me and took away the confidence that I once had. Then, I got told by a coworker to hurry up and that Iām holding them back from going home. (I was vacuuming the restaurant and making sure that I got everything up. I did this because the last time I vacuumed I was told I missed a spot constantly.)
Iām just holding on at this point. I broke down to my fiancĆ©e when I got in the car and already vented to him about it and he did comfort me and gave me advice. Basically to not worry about what others think of me and to just go in, get the job done and leave. And if it persists, to tell the manager above her.
I agree with all of what he said, but I still want to vent a little and wonder if anyone else has had a similar situation to me. Being treated different in the workplace due to their disability and all.
2024.06.01 08:23 Unreasonable-Speech I left my workplace without finishing my duties
Im 19. Got hired part time at this small restaurant last week. They hired me without interview and on the spot, so right off the bat, I knew this place was fishy. First day went great. Second day was my closing shift.
Now the store closes at 12 am, and I was completely alone from 10pm.
I started doing the closing stuff at 10pm and I was active the whole time. At 1 am, i was done maybe half the work. But I just said oh well.
My parents called me and got angry saying this isnt normal and told me to come home and i just cant go against their word. So I left after taking care of all the food. I did no dish washing or any of that. I'm quitting tomorrow.
Are my parents right?
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Now the store closes at 12 am, and I was completely alone from 10pm.
I started doing the closing stuff at 10pm and I was active the whole time. At 1 am, i was done maybe half the work. But I just said oh well.
My parents called me and got angry saying this isnt normal and told me to come home and i just cant go against their word. So I left after taking care of all the food. I did no dish washing or any of that. I'm quitting tomorrow.
Are my parents right?
2024.06.01 07:36 cuckfromJTown Medium rare
In all honesty and I know it's opinion and it's a subjective topic people will go to war over...
In my personal opinion.... Medium is the perfect steak temperature when done perfectly.
When ordering at a restaurant I go medium rare regardless of cut or establishment. Why? Everyone makes mistakes. Just because it's 100 bucks doesn't mean the guy cooking it doesn't have a tough screen at the moment.
So, if it's egregiously undercooked to rare/blue, hey, no problem. Pop it back on whatever you cook it on. I don't wait forever for another meal and I don't waste food. If it's overcooked I'm giving the chef a whole 10-15 degrees over and I'll still eat it without complaint.
Cooking at home with a thermometer? Not always necessary but sometimes when it's maybe a weird cut or it's for a get together and I'm cooking for multiple people, 130-138 is what I go for.
Now another angle is that people at home or a party aren't going to tell you what temp they want, nor are they going to critique if "you didn't get their order right" they just want it to be good. Part of good food is enjoyable food. HOT food. A rare steak is actually quite difficult to cook that temp while getting a nice sear. Also, even when done perfect....the damn entree isn't hot!! Even a perfect medium rare is warm at best after the first cut.
You can get a nice sear, a lot of juice (let that bitch rest!) Good color inside and out and a pleasant hot temperature to start the meal. It's the perfect balance of "not ruining the steak by over cooking it" and having that warm, cozy home made meal feel.
Also a lot of bigger cuts like porterhouses and ribeyes, particular bone in, have a shitload of fat. The longer you cook it, the more delicious....also, the more edible, rendered fat. Nobody wants 4+ oz of a 20oz steak to be meticulously cut off and put to the side, all yellow and Grey and gelatinous.
For what its worth ive worked every position in the restaurant, a 20 year (and counting) vet. I spent 6 years as a chef, server, and manager at a steak house. I currently manage a 12m dollar a year restaurant and cook daily...By no means does that make me an expert, but it does count for something...I hope!
Oh, last but not least, you fucking SLAYED that ribeye ! Honestly, 9/10. Ya got a band but to get those perfect marks, that perfect center and perfect char on the fat, on a charcoal grill? That's not easy and you lose the point for the picture, I'm sure the impact on the texture and taste is negligible.
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In my personal opinion.... Medium is the perfect steak temperature when done perfectly.
When ordering at a restaurant I go medium rare regardless of cut or establishment. Why? Everyone makes mistakes. Just because it's 100 bucks doesn't mean the guy cooking it doesn't have a tough screen at the moment.
So, if it's egregiously undercooked to rare/blue, hey, no problem. Pop it back on whatever you cook it on. I don't wait forever for another meal and I don't waste food. If it's overcooked I'm giving the chef a whole 10-15 degrees over and I'll still eat it without complaint.
Cooking at home with a thermometer? Not always necessary but sometimes when it's maybe a weird cut or it's for a get together and I'm cooking for multiple people, 130-138 is what I go for.
Now another angle is that people at home or a party aren't going to tell you what temp they want, nor are they going to critique if "you didn't get their order right" they just want it to be good. Part of good food is enjoyable food. HOT food. A rare steak is actually quite difficult to cook that temp while getting a nice sear. Also, even when done perfect....the damn entree isn't hot!! Even a perfect medium rare is warm at best after the first cut.
You can get a nice sear, a lot of juice (let that bitch rest!) Good color inside and out and a pleasant hot temperature to start the meal. It's the perfect balance of "not ruining the steak by over cooking it" and having that warm, cozy home made meal feel.
Also a lot of bigger cuts like porterhouses and ribeyes, particular bone in, have a shitload of fat. The longer you cook it, the more delicious....also, the more edible, rendered fat. Nobody wants 4+ oz of a 20oz steak to be meticulously cut off and put to the side, all yellow and Grey and gelatinous.
For what its worth ive worked every position in the restaurant, a 20 year (and counting) vet. I spent 6 years as a chef, server, and manager at a steak house. I currently manage a 12m dollar a year restaurant and cook daily...By no means does that make me an expert, but it does count for something...I hope!
Oh, last but not least, you fucking SLAYED that ribeye ! Honestly, 9/10. Ya got a band but to get those perfect marks, that perfect center and perfect char on the fat, on a charcoal grill? That's not easy and you lose the point for the picture, I'm sure the impact on the texture and taste is negligible.
2024.06.01 06:49 SimsAreShims Paul Tremblay and Leaving it to the Reader's Imagination/Interpretation
Let me apologize in advance: I'm going to be a bit of a hater here. Also, spoilers ahead.
In general, I hate open ended stories (be it books, movies, whatever). It comes across to me as lazy, as if the author didn't know how to end, so they got vague about it. This is a personal preference, sure, but it's one I feel very strongly about. To clarify, I do not need the story to be wrapped up in a nice, neat little bow, where everyone has a happy ending. A story can "finish" before it "ends".
What the hell do I mean by this?
Take, for example, Stephen King's The Long Walk. Major spoilers: Even though Garraty wins, he doesn't accept it, and starts running. We don't get a whole lot of world building to find out how the Long Walk became a thing, we don't follow Garraty after this, and thus we have no idea what happens, but the story is done. Extending it or explaining it wouldn't enhance the story; if anything, writing more would probably bring the horror elements down. The story was finished even though it didn't "end".
Back to Tremblay.
My first exposure to him was of course Cabin at the End of the World. This was before the movie, and it should have been RIGHT up my alley. World ending story that also contains references to religion? Hell yeah! Except, Holy hell, I could not read this thing for the life of me. The book starts off from the y y/o daughter, Wen's POV; she talks about her life, what it's like being adopted, taking language classes. She's in the yard organizing grasshoppers by size and giving them names and writing down what she thinks their genders are and OH MY GOD WHEN IS THIS STORY ACTUALLY STARTING??? At that point, I decided to try to skip ahead. Tremblay was verbose in other parts, so I tried to skip ahead. I ended up mostly going through the dialogue, reading more if it seemed relevant, and was left disappointed. I think the story really would have been enhanced by exploring the backgrounds of the four visitors, but, from what I did read, that didn't happen.
I checked the Wikipedia page to see if it was worth going back and trying again, but the ending If it was the end of the world was left kinda ambiguous. I could see an argument where The planes crashing is too much of a coincidence, so yes it is, plus the movie changed it to flat out saying it's the end of the world, but it just came across as so lazy to me. If anything, I think making the ending unambiguous would make the story better. It doesn't need to go on for much longer, but explaining what the "answer" is, in either case of the world ending or not, would reframe the rest of the story and make it better.
But maybe I didn't give it enough of a chance. I read someone say on here that there is a lot of subtlety in Tremblay's writing, and maybe that would have explained it more if I didn't skip to just the dialogue, so I decided to give him another chance by reading Growing Things and Other Stories, a collection of short stories. Warning: No more spoiler tags after this.
The collection starts withe the titular story Growing things, where there are deadly vines growing in the world. The dad leaves his daughters to go out to look for supplies. He explicitly says that if there is a knock at the door, don't answer it, because it means it's the end of the world. And at the end of the story, there's a knock at the door! The girls go upstairs to avoid the knocking and the vines that have invaded the house, and that's it. I guess this one has an ending: the world ends, and the daughters are waiting to die. Details of their death are left to the reader's imagination, as is any details of the vines, as is a lot of background of the characters. I know nothing, and not in a good way. Let's try the next one.
Swim wants to Know if It's as Bad as Swim Thinks. We start off with the unnamed protagonist working her job at a grocery store, where people are crowding the store trying to buy their items. The protagonist's coworker is talking about something coming out of the water. Protagonist says it's just a movie trailer. Protagonist goes on message boards about consuming meth, so we know she's an unreliable narrator. Not a problem, as this is not quite the same as an open-ended story. She kidnaps her daughter, who she does not have custody of, and takes her to a place from her childhood to be safe with her daughter. But she's following patterns from when she last took her daughter while she was under the influence. She has a gun, and it seems like the police have found her. So she might kill her daughter, and I guess actually there's no monster. Ironically, this story has a lot more world building than the previous one, but it's still left open ended in a way that doesn't contribute to any fear or thrill of the story.
Next up: Something About Birds. To write this review, I re-borrowed this book online from the library to refresh my memory. It wasn't until stumbling upon the ending that I even remembered I read this story, because it elicited absolutely no strong emotion in me, not even distaste. I don't remember it, skimming through doesn't remind me of what happened, so I can't properly comment on it. Same deal with the next story, Snapshot. Looking through the table of contents and skimming through the next several stories (minus Teacher, more on that later), it looks like I skipped reading a lot of them, until I got to "It's Against the Law to Feed the Ducks." Intriguing name, I like animals, so I read this one.
This story is from the POV of the young son, Danny. They go to the beach, which is weirdly empty. When back at the cottage, the parents watch some TV, presumably the news, and are horrified; they get Danny out of the room so they can keep watching. Next day, they go to the grocery store, where it's empty, but people have overflowing grocery carts. Remember from earlier, this is a bad sign. Electronics are also down, as dad has to pay with a check. Another day, another trip to the grocery store; this time, the cashier lets them take the groceries without bothering to count it (another sign!), and Dad fills up the car with gas and gets extra gas cannisters. More TV watching, except in the empty restaurant, where the parents ask to have the TV turned off because of the kids. The story ends with the reason why the title is what it is: it's against the law to feed the ducks, which they obey at the beginning, but not the end, because the world is ending. We never learn what is happening, which makes sense if the POV is from a child, but that doesn't add to the horror. There's no horror from the kid's POV, just confusion. The reader is supposed to understand that Bad ShitTM is going down, but without any details, I quite frankly don't know why I should care. This is essentially a story about buying groceries and watching TV, bookended by ducks.
Of the stories I've described thus far, we get the whole end-of-the-world theme repeated, without anymore details, without any real ending, and without me caring. The one exception is Teacher, which I liked so much, I read it thrice: the first time, a second time when I remembered it existed, and then I read it again fully to write this review, rather than skimming it.
The story starts with an introduction to Mr. Sorent, the cool teacherTM. He has long hair and plays guilets the highschool seniors talk about more controversial topics like drugs and abortion, and has some days has SpecialTM lessons, which has the same rule as Fight Club: you do not talk aboutFight Club Special lessons. In the first one, he shows a video of a daycare/preschool, where a teacher is spinning around with a child and accidentally lets go. Mr. Sorent stops the video, and then moves it frame by frame until a wall comes into view. That is the end of the first special lesson.
Time passes, more special lessons. More disturbing videos, a guest who reflects on how awful it is to have a disease and be used as inspiration porn, all of which end with the video moving a few frames. The protagonist, Kate, tells a story about when she was a kid, and she was forced to watch some boys mutilate a dead frog, and how it affected her baseball game. As the SpecialTM lessons bring down the students' academic lives, their personal lives and kate's family life deteriorate as well. The story ends with Kate trying to prevent the video from finishing using the same coping mechanism she used after watching the frog get mutilated: She volunteers for a demonstration, and moves forward without opening her eyes, hoping that if she doesn't, the film will never finish, and the accident with the child will never occur.
So what makes Teacher stand out from the others?
Tremblay actually talks about what's happening; we're shown the progression of the class, the reason why it's happening. There's no mystery of what's on the TV, or why the students are acting the way they are. The why is clear: they're being taught disturbing life lessons from a teacher they used to trust and admire. Sure, we don't actually know if they ever finish watching the video, or what happens after, but it doesn't matter, because the story isn't about that. It's about the students, and we see their arc, as they go from normal teenagers to depressed and cynical teenagers.
In the other works I've mentioned so far, we mostly get that the world is ending (or the addict mother thinks it is), but we don't know how. Considering that the end of the world is what's moving the stories along, IT'S KIND OF A BIG DEAL. Even in Cabin, where the horror is that the family is trapped in a deadly situation, knowing whether or not there's any truth to the visitor's reason for coming to the cabin would enhance the story. Compare to King's The Mist: book ends ambiguously, movie ends tragically, and even King says the movie ending was better. But with Tremblay, time that could be used for learning more about the visitors and if it's the end of the world is instead used on organizing grasshoppers.
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Next time I'm here, I'll try not to write in a faux manic state while mildly sleep deprived at 5 am.
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In general, I hate open ended stories (be it books, movies, whatever). It comes across to me as lazy, as if the author didn't know how to end, so they got vague about it. This is a personal preference, sure, but it's one I feel very strongly about. To clarify, I do not need the story to be wrapped up in a nice, neat little bow, where everyone has a happy ending. A story can "finish" before it "ends".
What the hell do I mean by this?
Take, for example, Stephen King's The Long Walk. Major spoilers: Even though Garraty wins, he doesn't accept it, and starts running. We don't get a whole lot of world building to find out how the Long Walk became a thing, we don't follow Garraty after this, and thus we have no idea what happens, but the story is done. Extending it or explaining it wouldn't enhance the story; if anything, writing more would probably bring the horror elements down. The story was finished even though it didn't "end".
Back to Tremblay.
My first exposure to him was of course Cabin at the End of the World. This was before the movie, and it should have been RIGHT up my alley. World ending story that also contains references to religion? Hell yeah! Except, Holy hell, I could not read this thing for the life of me. The book starts off from the y y/o daughter, Wen's POV; she talks about her life, what it's like being adopted, taking language classes. She's in the yard organizing grasshoppers by size and giving them names and writing down what she thinks their genders are and OH MY GOD WHEN IS THIS STORY ACTUALLY STARTING??? At that point, I decided to try to skip ahead. Tremblay was verbose in other parts, so I tried to skip ahead. I ended up mostly going through the dialogue, reading more if it seemed relevant, and was left disappointed. I think the story really would have been enhanced by exploring the backgrounds of the four visitors, but, from what I did read, that didn't happen.
I checked the Wikipedia page to see if it was worth going back and trying again, but the ending If it was the end of the world was left kinda ambiguous. I could see an argument where The planes crashing is too much of a coincidence, so yes it is, plus the movie changed it to flat out saying it's the end of the world, but it just came across as so lazy to me. If anything, I think making the ending unambiguous would make the story better. It doesn't need to go on for much longer, but explaining what the "answer" is, in either case of the world ending or not, would reframe the rest of the story and make it better.
But maybe I didn't give it enough of a chance. I read someone say on here that there is a lot of subtlety in Tremblay's writing, and maybe that would have explained it more if I didn't skip to just the dialogue, so I decided to give him another chance by reading Growing Things and Other Stories, a collection of short stories. Warning: No more spoiler tags after this.
The collection starts withe the titular story Growing things, where there are deadly vines growing in the world. The dad leaves his daughters to go out to look for supplies. He explicitly says that if there is a knock at the door, don't answer it, because it means it's the end of the world. And at the end of the story, there's a knock at the door! The girls go upstairs to avoid the knocking and the vines that have invaded the house, and that's it. I guess this one has an ending: the world ends, and the daughters are waiting to die. Details of their death are left to the reader's imagination, as is any details of the vines, as is a lot of background of the characters. I know nothing, and not in a good way. Let's try the next one.
Swim wants to Know if It's as Bad as Swim Thinks. We start off with the unnamed protagonist working her job at a grocery store, where people are crowding the store trying to buy their items. The protagonist's coworker is talking about something coming out of the water. Protagonist says it's just a movie trailer. Protagonist goes on message boards about consuming meth, so we know she's an unreliable narrator. Not a problem, as this is not quite the same as an open-ended story. She kidnaps her daughter, who she does not have custody of, and takes her to a place from her childhood to be safe with her daughter. But she's following patterns from when she last took her daughter while she was under the influence. She has a gun, and it seems like the police have found her. So she might kill her daughter, and I guess actually there's no monster. Ironically, this story has a lot more world building than the previous one, but it's still left open ended in a way that doesn't contribute to any fear or thrill of the story.
Next up: Something About Birds. To write this review, I re-borrowed this book online from the library to refresh my memory. It wasn't until stumbling upon the ending that I even remembered I read this story, because it elicited absolutely no strong emotion in me, not even distaste. I don't remember it, skimming through doesn't remind me of what happened, so I can't properly comment on it. Same deal with the next story, Snapshot. Looking through the table of contents and skimming through the next several stories (minus Teacher, more on that later), it looks like I skipped reading a lot of them, until I got to "It's Against the Law to Feed the Ducks." Intriguing name, I like animals, so I read this one.
This story is from the POV of the young son, Danny. They go to the beach, which is weirdly empty. When back at the cottage, the parents watch some TV, presumably the news, and are horrified; they get Danny out of the room so they can keep watching. Next day, they go to the grocery store, where it's empty, but people have overflowing grocery carts. Remember from earlier, this is a bad sign. Electronics are also down, as dad has to pay with a check. Another day, another trip to the grocery store; this time, the cashier lets them take the groceries without bothering to count it (another sign!), and Dad fills up the car with gas and gets extra gas cannisters. More TV watching, except in the empty restaurant, where the parents ask to have the TV turned off because of the kids. The story ends with the reason why the title is what it is: it's against the law to feed the ducks, which they obey at the beginning, but not the end, because the world is ending. We never learn what is happening, which makes sense if the POV is from a child, but that doesn't add to the horror. There's no horror from the kid's POV, just confusion. The reader is supposed to understand that Bad ShitTM is going down, but without any details, I quite frankly don't know why I should care. This is essentially a story about buying groceries and watching TV, bookended by ducks.
Of the stories I've described thus far, we get the whole end-of-the-world theme repeated, without anymore details, without any real ending, and without me caring. The one exception is Teacher, which I liked so much, I read it thrice: the first time, a second time when I remembered it existed, and then I read it again fully to write this review, rather than skimming it.
The story starts with an introduction to Mr. Sorent, the cool teacherTM. He has long hair and plays guilets the highschool seniors talk about more controversial topics like drugs and abortion, and has some days has SpecialTM lessons, which has the same rule as Fight Club: you do not talk about
Time passes, more special lessons. More disturbing videos, a guest who reflects on how awful it is to have a disease and be used as inspiration porn, all of which end with the video moving a few frames. The protagonist, Kate, tells a story about when she was a kid, and she was forced to watch some boys mutilate a dead frog, and how it affected her baseball game. As the SpecialTM lessons bring down the students' academic lives, their personal lives and kate's family life deteriorate as well. The story ends with Kate trying to prevent the video from finishing using the same coping mechanism she used after watching the frog get mutilated: She volunteers for a demonstration, and moves forward without opening her eyes, hoping that if she doesn't, the film will never finish, and the accident with the child will never occur.
So what makes Teacher stand out from the others?
Tremblay actually talks about what's happening; we're shown the progression of the class, the reason why it's happening. There's no mystery of what's on the TV, or why the students are acting the way they are. The why is clear: they're being taught disturbing life lessons from a teacher they used to trust and admire. Sure, we don't actually know if they ever finish watching the video, or what happens after, but it doesn't matter, because the story isn't about that. It's about the students, and we see their arc, as they go from normal teenagers to depressed and cynical teenagers.
In the other works I've mentioned so far, we mostly get that the world is ending (or the addict mother thinks it is), but we don't know how. Considering that the end of the world is what's moving the stories along, IT'S KIND OF A BIG DEAL. Even in Cabin, where the horror is that the family is trapped in a deadly situation, knowing whether or not there's any truth to the visitor's reason for coming to the cabin would enhance the story. Compare to King's The Mist: book ends ambiguously, movie ends tragically, and even King says the movie ending was better. But with Tremblay, time that could be used for learning more about the visitors and if it's the end of the world is instead used on organizing grasshoppers.
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Next time I'm here, I'll try not to write in a faux manic state while mildly sleep deprived at 5 am.
2024.06.01 06:28 Extension-Try-9501 Karen Customer I had the displeasure of serving
Alright people. Listen, service workers have lives and we aren't doormats! We also don't make the rules. Let me set the scene.
I (under 20 F) and my other co worked on the floor (under 20 M) we're having kind of a slow night working, so we start talking and exchanging stories with each other and the kitchen staff. No one is there but us, the bartender, and maybe four or five people at the bar. It is roughly six something, so we have less than an hour before me, the kitchen staff, and the other floor worker went home.
Now, the door opens and in comes a semi-big family. Mostly adults, with some kids, two of the kids in what look like soccer outfits.
This was NOT our Karen. We will get there. But this family is still crucial to the story.
The mom walks up to me (at the register) and looks unsure. I smile and say "Hi! Welcome in! I'm ____" (for the sake of the story we can call my A). The mom (we will call her C because I am saving B for the B), says "I know y'all close at 7 and it is nearly that, but do you think we could order some dinner? The boys just finished their games and we don't have time to make anything."
My mind was blown!! At this point (I had worked their for about 4-5 months I think), I had never heard someone so considerate of me and the and the staff before. Y'all we get treated like crap a lot, as you will see from Karen later. But back to the situation.
"Of course ma'am! It isn't seven yet and I'm sure they have worked up quite an appetite! Plus we haven't begun the closing deep clean, so you are all good."
"Oh thank you! And if you need to kick us out, you can. We will take our food and go."
Y'all! I'm not making this up! This woman was so polite!!
"Don't worry about it! Have your family sit down and I'll take y'all's order! Go ahead and eat here! There is no reason to kick y'all out."
So, she placed an order. A bit on the long side, and left a really generous tip. We service peeps live off tips cause our hourly is so small and our hourly is what is taxed.
Anyway, we make the food. I bring it out. As I walk away after checking on them I hear C say "kids remember to clean up. Cause it isn't their mess. Plus, we want them to have time with their families."
She was too good to be true!!! They laughed and had a good time and left around 7:05. We didn't kick them out. They had cleaned up their trash and been so sweet! Even wishing us all a good night as they left!
Now here we go.
My shift ended around 7:30/7:45 as I had to stay after to clean. So I did. I went about my closing duties.
I restocked the drink station. I restocked cups, lids, straws. I took stock of what is in the back, what we needed more of. I restocked sauces and napkins and salt and pepper. Then onto cleaning. I swept the floors, sanitized the bathroom sink. I got rags and sanatizer and wiped down every table, every chair, every stool (except the occupied bar ones), and every chair. Then the chairs and stools were put up on the tables.
Next, help the kitchen. We scrubbed the grills, turned off the deep friers, and mopped the floor. Next we started packing ingredients to store in the fridge and freezers so as to keep them safe and fresh.
As we are packing the food, the phone rings. "Hello, this is _____. My name is A, how can I help you?"
"Yeah yeah. I'm B. I want to place an order for you to deliver to the bar (about five doors down). I tried to put one in online but it said I couldn't."
"I'm sorry ma'am. Our kitchen is closed. That is why it wouldn't let you."
"But it is only 7:30pm. Y'all don't close until 10pm."
"Normally yes. But it is New Years, so today, our kitchen and food services closed at 7. But our bar is open until 9."
"I know it is New Years, that is why I am at the bar and I want my food."
"Ma'am, our kitchen is closed."
"Ugh fine."
And she hung up. I thought it was over, but I should have known better.
I stayed to help the kitchen staff finish up cleaning so we could all go home. And we all enjoy each others company.
The door opens maybe 10 minutes later. In walks a woman and her husband. Not young, not old. I assume they are headed to the bar, so I continue assisting the kitchen, when I hear someone trying to get my attention.
I turn, and the woman is standing in front of the register. Before I can say anything she speaks. "We spoke over the phone. You said I couldn't get food delivered. So I had to walk myself all the way down here (less than five minute walk). Now I'm here to order."
Excuse me?!
"Ma'am. As I stated over the phone, our kitchen is closed. We aren't serving food anymore tonight."
"Well your door was unlocked. So obviously you are open. And the customer is right."
"Our bar is open for about another hour (plus some change). But our kitchen is closed. You are welcome to get a drink at the bar though--"
"No. I just came from the bar. I don't want your bar drinks. I want food."
This went on for about 15 minutes and I surprised even myself for keeping my cool, customer-service voice and face for this long.
Dang, I wanted to have another C, if anyone. Not this B.
Need I remind you of the cleaning I just did?!
Or when I said you can see the kitchen from the terminal/register?! She can see us packing up!!
Eventually I see my other coworker making hand gestures and mouthing for me to just appease her and take her order. By this point I am past my shift but I can't clock out, cause I couldn't bring myself to do that to the kitchen staff. So I bent. "Alright. What can I get for you?"
"Finally."
This woman proceeds to order at least one item from every portion of the menu. AFTER WE DEEP SCRUBBED AND DEEP CLEANED EVERYTHING!
Then, she leaves no tip, at all.
But it gets worse.
As I turn to help the kitchen staff and apologize, I see her take down chairs I had cleaned and put up from a table (for more than two, she took all the chairs down for that table. Which was one of our bigger tables). She then seats herself there, rather than any of the open bar seats that are not deep cleaned or put up.
I decided to stay and help the kitchen staff as an apology. At this point I have no idea where my co worker is.
I have to help the kitchen staff unpack nearly all the food and redirty nearly every area because of B's order.
Then I brought it out for her and she commented that "That took way too long" or "longer than it should have" and how I was "too slow at my job".
I then proceeded to watch her and her husband spread their trash out, not bother with cleaning spills.
My coworker then came up to me (from wherever he'd been) and apologized. He said I was good to go home now. And he would take care of cleaning the area Karen and her husband were, because I had already cleaned so much.
I didn't say it out loud, but in my head I was like: heck yeah! I cleaned practically everything from top to bottom and left to right! And then this?!
So I agreed. Clocking out, and apologizing to the kitchen staff about five more times.
I texted my mom I was done, and began to head out when I heard B/Karen/WhatsHerFace say "it's their job to clean it", turning I saw a spill.
I mentally pitied my coworker momentarily before letting it go. I had enough of this woman and I was going home for the holiday.
I had stayed an extra half hour to hour because of this woman.
I have never worked New Years again.
Service people (including me) deal with a lot of Karen/B people. Please be more like C. I would have rather served her a million more times, even after shift end time, than serve one more like customer B.
Was I an A-Hole for leaving before everyone else on staff? Or should I have stayed to help clean up after Customer B? Am I an A-Hole for anything in this story?
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- It is New Years
- I made a sign on the door (in all caps) with the hours for the night (as it was a holiday and we all wanted to spend the late night with our families)
- You can see the kitchen (everything but the sinks/dishwasher area and walk in freezer) from the terminal (where you order)
- Kitchen was closing at 7pm while Bar closed and locked up at 9pm. For that night (IT IS NEW YEARS)
- Restaurant is family owned and local, NOT a chain
I (under 20 F) and my other co worked on the floor (under 20 M) we're having kind of a slow night working, so we start talking and exchanging stories with each other and the kitchen staff. No one is there but us, the bartender, and maybe four or five people at the bar. It is roughly six something, so we have less than an hour before me, the kitchen staff, and the other floor worker went home.
Now, the door opens and in comes a semi-big family. Mostly adults, with some kids, two of the kids in what look like soccer outfits.
This was NOT our Karen. We will get there. But this family is still crucial to the story.
The mom walks up to me (at the register) and looks unsure. I smile and say "Hi! Welcome in! I'm ____" (for the sake of the story we can call my A). The mom (we will call her C because I am saving B for the B), says "I know y'all close at 7 and it is nearly that, but do you think we could order some dinner? The boys just finished their games and we don't have time to make anything."
My mind was blown!! At this point (I had worked their for about 4-5 months I think), I had never heard someone so considerate of me and the and the staff before. Y'all we get treated like crap a lot, as you will see from Karen later. But back to the situation.
"Of course ma'am! It isn't seven yet and I'm sure they have worked up quite an appetite! Plus we haven't begun the closing deep clean, so you are all good."
"Oh thank you! And if you need to kick us out, you can. We will take our food and go."
Y'all! I'm not making this up! This woman was so polite!!
"Don't worry about it! Have your family sit down and I'll take y'all's order! Go ahead and eat here! There is no reason to kick y'all out."
So, she placed an order. A bit on the long side, and left a really generous tip. We service peeps live off tips cause our hourly is so small and our hourly is what is taxed.
Anyway, we make the food. I bring it out. As I walk away after checking on them I hear C say "kids remember to clean up. Cause it isn't their mess. Plus, we want them to have time with their families."
She was too good to be true!!! They laughed and had a good time and left around 7:05. We didn't kick them out. They had cleaned up their trash and been so sweet! Even wishing us all a good night as they left!
Now here we go.
My shift ended around 7:30/7:45 as I had to stay after to clean. So I did. I went about my closing duties.
I restocked the drink station. I restocked cups, lids, straws. I took stock of what is in the back, what we needed more of. I restocked sauces and napkins and salt and pepper. Then onto cleaning. I swept the floors, sanitized the bathroom sink. I got rags and sanatizer and wiped down every table, every chair, every stool (except the occupied bar ones), and every chair. Then the chairs and stools were put up on the tables.
Next, help the kitchen. We scrubbed the grills, turned off the deep friers, and mopped the floor. Next we started packing ingredients to store in the fridge and freezers so as to keep them safe and fresh.
As we are packing the food, the phone rings. "Hello, this is _____. My name is A, how can I help you?"
"Yeah yeah. I'm B. I want to place an order for you to deliver to the bar (about five doors down). I tried to put one in online but it said I couldn't."
"I'm sorry ma'am. Our kitchen is closed. That is why it wouldn't let you."
"But it is only 7:30pm. Y'all don't close until 10pm."
"Normally yes. But it is New Years, so today, our kitchen and food services closed at 7. But our bar is open until 9."
"I know it is New Years, that is why I am at the bar and I want my food."
"Ma'am, our kitchen is closed."
"Ugh fine."
And she hung up. I thought it was over, but I should have known better.
I stayed to help the kitchen staff finish up cleaning so we could all go home. And we all enjoy each others company.
The door opens maybe 10 minutes later. In walks a woman and her husband. Not young, not old. I assume they are headed to the bar, so I continue assisting the kitchen, when I hear someone trying to get my attention.
I turn, and the woman is standing in front of the register. Before I can say anything she speaks. "We spoke over the phone. You said I couldn't get food delivered. So I had to walk myself all the way down here (less than five minute walk). Now I'm here to order."
Excuse me?!
"Ma'am. As I stated over the phone, our kitchen is closed. We aren't serving food anymore tonight."
"Well your door was unlocked. So obviously you are open. And the customer is right."
"Our bar is open for about another hour (plus some change). But our kitchen is closed. You are welcome to get a drink at the bar though--"
"No. I just came from the bar. I don't want your bar drinks. I want food."
This went on for about 15 minutes and I surprised even myself for keeping my cool, customer-service voice and face for this long.
Dang, I wanted to have another C, if anyone. Not this B.
Need I remind you of the cleaning I just did?!
Or when I said you can see the kitchen from the terminal/register?! She can see us packing up!!
Eventually I see my other coworker making hand gestures and mouthing for me to just appease her and take her order. By this point I am past my shift but I can't clock out, cause I couldn't bring myself to do that to the kitchen staff. So I bent. "Alright. What can I get for you?"
"Finally."
This woman proceeds to order at least one item from every portion of the menu. AFTER WE DEEP SCRUBBED AND DEEP CLEANED EVERYTHING!
Then, she leaves no tip, at all.
But it gets worse.
As I turn to help the kitchen staff and apologize, I see her take down chairs I had cleaned and put up from a table (for more than two, she took all the chairs down for that table. Which was one of our bigger tables). She then seats herself there, rather than any of the open bar seats that are not deep cleaned or put up.
I decided to stay and help the kitchen staff as an apology. At this point I have no idea where my co worker is.
I have to help the kitchen staff unpack nearly all the food and redirty nearly every area because of B's order.
Then I brought it out for her and she commented that "That took way too long" or "longer than it should have" and how I was "too slow at my job".
I then proceeded to watch her and her husband spread their trash out, not bother with cleaning spills.
My coworker then came up to me (from wherever he'd been) and apologized. He said I was good to go home now. And he would take care of cleaning the area Karen and her husband were, because I had already cleaned so much.
I didn't say it out loud, but in my head I was like: heck yeah! I cleaned practically everything from top to bottom and left to right! And then this?!
So I agreed. Clocking out, and apologizing to the kitchen staff about five more times.
I texted my mom I was done, and began to head out when I heard B/Karen/WhatsHerFace say "it's their job to clean it", turning I saw a spill.
I mentally pitied my coworker momentarily before letting it go. I had enough of this woman and I was going home for the holiday.
I had stayed an extra half hour to hour because of this woman.
I have never worked New Years again.
Service people (including me) deal with a lot of Karen/B people. Please be more like C. I would have rather served her a million more times, even after shift end time, than serve one more like customer B.
Was I an A-Hole for leaving before everyone else on staff? Or should I have stayed to help clean up after Customer B? Am I an A-Hole for anything in this story?
2024.06.01 06:03 333cupid my dad doesn't care about me but i just can't stop getting angry
(SPELLING ERRORS AHEAD AND ALSO NO PUNCTUATION SORRY IN ADVANCE) i (17m) am just so angry at my dad cuz he makes promises and doesn't go through with them like he'll say oh let's go do something then he'll just stop responding. i just don't feel like caring about it but feelings just don't disappear like that ill give examples of how he'll just not do anything and just forget about me or cancel plans he said he was going to pick me up and take me to a family Christmas thing the whole month of November hyping me up about it then nothing. he also said he was going to give me something Christmas but i hit him up Christmas day told him merry Christmas also i sent him my Cash app then nothing radio silence then i sent again once the 26th and 27th of December nothing. i let that go. i cried about it all night while my mom held me and it wasn't about not getting anything it was the fact i never got a text back or even get acknowledged like he posted a picture on Facebook of him and his other 2 sons ( not my mom's kids ) and captioned merry Christmas from my children and didn't even give us a merry Christmas or nothing i just feel like I'm not cared about or I'm not even a thought in his head. i just graduated maybe 1 week ago and 2 weeks before that he said he wanted to go and my mom told him the time and the day of graduation it got moved up 2 hours and my mom sent him a text notifying him 2 hours before and then his brother sent him and text too so i didn't worry about it. and then later on when graduation ends and everyone gets on the field what do i see not my dad. and not even a congratulation text or a drop by my house afterwards nothing not even a good job text nothing. but that day i had a feeling about him not showing up so i didn't really feel anything about it but the sad fact about that is the fact my sister's fiance's mom showed up only meeting me 2 times and gave me a card with writing telling me I'm going to do great things which is so sweet of her. but he never gives me anything heartfelt or anything. and the crazy thing is i don't want much i just want to be loved and just treated like a son i just want a hug or even a I'm proud of you that would genuinely make me so happy or even a text every 2 months checking on me anything. and from what i know he spends a lot of time with my other 2 brothers i went to Facebook its so many pictures with them and everything but none of me. i just want to cry and curl up into a ball. i forgot to mention i texted him the day after graduation cuz he told me he was going to give me something the day i graduated and i wanted to know if i was going to get it cuz i was starting college soon but now i really am not in the right head space to go cuz I'm not stable enough but back to it i sent text saying this verbatim " hey i know u weren't at graduation the least u can do is as a gift give me 500 cause I'm starting college soon" i know it sounds insensitive as flip but after 10 years of someone not being an active father what do u expect and also he told me if i needed anything to text him and the fact I'm dealing with this at 7 and up should grant me the reason to speak to him any way i want pretty much. and then he called me and i didn't answer cuz my phone was on do not disturb then i called him back to him yelling at me telling me not to talk to him like that. i was in the car with my mom when this happened so i just put him on speaker phone he was saying things like " DONT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT UR BLOCKING UR BLESSING AND JUST DONT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT" and i was like i understand a lil bit then he gave me a bullshit excuse of "oh i never have my phone on me that's why i didn't notice." then he told me he had something for me to get. so that brings me to today 5/31 1 week after graduation and i text him "when do u want me to come pick it up?" (whatever he had for me) and no response and so i give him 1 hour while I'm getting a haircut and other things then i pull up to his restaurant and go in and try to talk to him but it was busy so eh. then i ask him again at 7 cuz what if he's not busy cuz he's closed and no response then i get off work and i go to the store and see his car then he sees me and doesn't talk and i just walk away cuz I'm hurt and i just bac in my moms car and I'm sad and mad then i get home and start writing this not going to lie all i wanna do is cry cuz why do i get treated like this. i guess what makes me sad is the fact he wasn't always like this after his mom died/my grandma he started acting like this but that was 10 years ago and the sad fact is she would not have stood for him treating me like this and i know that has a big impact on people but i am also his son what makes me so bad and worse than the other sons cuz he always spends time with them and also i forgot to mention I'm gay but it isn't a issue for him i hope but if that's the case he hasn't make a big deal out of it but he said he doesn't care and supports me but i don't know that's his issue but i have a loving family already i just want to let him go I've wrote in my google docs 2 letters i want to give him but yea. sorry for rambling and no type of periods or anything ion feel like editing thank you for listening or even responding
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2024.06.01 05:21 Double-Judgment9735 Workplace TEA (Tw: Grooming)
So I work a mid-scale brunch restaurant that is only open on weekends. We did not work last week as it was memorial weekend so it was a little bit of an adjustment when we came back.
I was the opener this morning so my boss caught me and told me there would be some staff changes as we were sure to loose some people and that there were a couple more changes and we would discuss in a meeting after close. One of our coworkers is moving fairly soon so I thought "loosing some people" was talking about him.
So randomly I went to the kitchen waiting on food and I noticed the kitchen expo April, was not present. I said: "Oh where's April?" And the Expo girl on the outside of the kitchen, Pam basically told me she wasn't there. (Yes we have inside and outside expo) I said alright but then when no one was looking she pulled me aside and told me she got fired along with another girl, Beth.
Ever since Beth phased out of being the new girl, she's been a bitch to me. She basically always talks down to me as if I'm an annoying child. All this to say I'm not very close to Beth.
The restaurant I work at is locally owned and most people who work for these two owners are family friends or family. Beth frequented the restaurant enough that she eventually became a family friend and eventually began working there. They also have a sister restaurant that I frequented BEFORE they opened the one I currently work at.
One day a few months after Beth started working which was maybe 5 months after I started, I ran into Beth who was hanging out with a good handful of my younger co workers (It is at this point I will note I was 20 at the time and most of my coworkers are younger than me. The eldest ones are still a year younger than me and the youngest one was 16 back then. Beth is/was 24 while all of this was happening.)
I thought it weird as I was having a hard time relating to the ones that were even close to my age, not to mention the ones 2-4 years younger. I said: what would a grown woman want to hang out with them for doesn't she have friends? But I shrugged it off as me being judgy and forgot about it.
Then a few months later I had noticed Beth was taking April home. (The other ones used to leave with her too but after a while they seemed to be more distant towards her. And April and Beth seemed to get closer) Let it be known that April's mother works there AND April's legal guardians (Technically aunt and uncle) are the owners and since she LIVES with them could easily take her home. I thought maybe Beth was taking her to the store or she wanted to go home sooner than her aunt, uncle or mother could be able to take her. Again, I thought this was weird but I shrugged it off.
Today when I got into work I discovered they'd both been fired. We weren't supposed to know the circumstances or course but since most everyone is family or a close second word gets around very fast.
Pam privately revealed to me that when they'd hang out with Beth they would go to her house and drink and smoke. Basically she was taking them to get fucked up. She would pull up to the liquor store and ask them what they wanted and bought drinks and bottles just for them. She said the only time that they had gone anywhere was one time where they all went to a concert and that's when the group split up and she started preferring April. She confirmed that yes even the 16 year old girl was getting alcohol and smoking weed.
I think the worst part for me was that Pam told me that she would ask them to take shots with her, and when they agreed she'd get really close and tell them that they had to look her in her eyes when they were doing it. If they didn't she wouldn't let them have anymore.
The reason they got fired was because they were being hostile and had attitude with everyone but each other (April was being defensive because she was embarrassed about her and Beth. And Beth was obviously trying to avoid controversy) and the owner had found a letter of Beth professing her love to April. She called them into a meeting and basically said professionally she couldn't speak on their relationship but that they had to keep their drama at home. They both got upset and defensive and started talking back.
A few days after this happened April told them she was moving out, and in with a friend but that friend was really Beth.
Ya'll I have worked in a couple places and been around several people but this is the first example of textbook grooming I have seen. It is so gross...
Cherry on top is that Beth made jokes about me being a child and that I wasn't grown and I shouldn't be cussing when I was 21 and yet had a secret relationship with and 18 year old.
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I was the opener this morning so my boss caught me and told me there would be some staff changes as we were sure to loose some people and that there were a couple more changes and we would discuss in a meeting after close. One of our coworkers is moving fairly soon so I thought "loosing some people" was talking about him.
So randomly I went to the kitchen waiting on food and I noticed the kitchen expo April, was not present. I said: "Oh where's April?" And the Expo girl on the outside of the kitchen, Pam basically told me she wasn't there. (Yes we have inside and outside expo) I said alright but then when no one was looking she pulled me aside and told me she got fired along with another girl, Beth.
Ever since Beth phased out of being the new girl, she's been a bitch to me. She basically always talks down to me as if I'm an annoying child. All this to say I'm not very close to Beth.
The restaurant I work at is locally owned and most people who work for these two owners are family friends or family. Beth frequented the restaurant enough that she eventually became a family friend and eventually began working there. They also have a sister restaurant that I frequented BEFORE they opened the one I currently work at.
One day a few months after Beth started working which was maybe 5 months after I started, I ran into Beth who was hanging out with a good handful of my younger co workers (It is at this point I will note I was 20 at the time and most of my coworkers are younger than me. The eldest ones are still a year younger than me and the youngest one was 16 back then. Beth is/was 24 while all of this was happening.)
I thought it weird as I was having a hard time relating to the ones that were even close to my age, not to mention the ones 2-4 years younger. I said: what would a grown woman want to hang out with them for doesn't she have friends? But I shrugged it off as me being judgy and forgot about it.
Then a few months later I had noticed Beth was taking April home. (The other ones used to leave with her too but after a while they seemed to be more distant towards her. And April and Beth seemed to get closer) Let it be known that April's mother works there AND April's legal guardians (Technically aunt and uncle) are the owners and since she LIVES with them could easily take her home. I thought maybe Beth was taking her to the store or she wanted to go home sooner than her aunt, uncle or mother could be able to take her. Again, I thought this was weird but I shrugged it off.
Today when I got into work I discovered they'd both been fired. We weren't supposed to know the circumstances or course but since most everyone is family or a close second word gets around very fast.
Pam privately revealed to me that when they'd hang out with Beth they would go to her house and drink and smoke. Basically she was taking them to get fucked up. She would pull up to the liquor store and ask them what they wanted and bought drinks and bottles just for them. She said the only time that they had gone anywhere was one time where they all went to a concert and that's when the group split up and she started preferring April. She confirmed that yes even the 16 year old girl was getting alcohol and smoking weed.
I think the worst part for me was that Pam told me that she would ask them to take shots with her, and when they agreed she'd get really close and tell them that they had to look her in her eyes when they were doing it. If they didn't she wouldn't let them have anymore.
The reason they got fired was because they were being hostile and had attitude with everyone but each other (April was being defensive because she was embarrassed about her and Beth. And Beth was obviously trying to avoid controversy) and the owner had found a letter of Beth professing her love to April. She called them into a meeting and basically said professionally she couldn't speak on their relationship but that they had to keep their drama at home. They both got upset and defensive and started talking back.
A few days after this happened April told them she was moving out, and in with a friend but that friend was really Beth.
Ya'll I have worked in a couple places and been around several people but this is the first example of textbook grooming I have seen. It is so gross...
Cherry on top is that Beth made jokes about me being a child and that I wasn't grown and I shouldn't be cussing when I was 21 and yet had a secret relationship with and 18 year old.
2024.06.01 03:35 babyxxpigeon17 A Niagara vacation
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark, when out of the blue, my wife called me at work. "We're going to Niagara Falls for the weekend. I got us an awesome deal!"
We had both been working at our first "full-fledged" jobs for a year and had reached that moment after graduation when you suddenly realize you can't make that impact on the world your student enthusiasm once promised. At first, I just sighed. It was the dead of January, and I had already expended all my energy on a week of inconsequential stress. I just wanted to collapse on the couch for two days. Sarah felt a similar weary exhaustion. I could tell. Her tone was more hopeful than excited, but she had dreaded the routine we were sinking into and was trying her best to pull us free.
I looked to the ceiling and adjusted my telephone headset. At that time I was working at Stats Canada on the tele-query desk. I took a deep breath and, as convincingly as possible, said, "Sounds good." I don't think she bought it, but we went nonetheless.
This was Niagara Falls before the casinos when there was a very distinct off-season. When we got to the hotel, we were given the details of our "lovers' special". One dinner to be used either Friday or Saturday, two breakfasts, a roll of tokens for the arcade, 10% off some "4D" movie ride experience, and a 2-for-1 coupon to Max Tussaud's. I guessed it was Madame's nephew? We also got a bottle of sparkling wine in our room and chocolate treats on our pillows. I was impressed. It sounded good.
When we got into our room and saw the "bottle" of wine - basically an aeroplane-sized glass and half - and the chocolates - "fun wrapped" Oh Henry's left over from Halloween - we both started to laugh. The tone for two wonderful days had been set. We decided to cash in on our dinner coupon right away.
The restaurant off the lobby had hopes of being better. There were huge panoramic windows that promised a view of the gorge. Unfortunately, they had some winter moisture problems that day, and it felt like we were defrosting amid the dripping streaks and foggy patches. The decor was your standard booths and tables though the "romantic" lighting was unique. Dollar store battery-powered tea lights were lodged inside thick tumbler glasses and shed a muted pleasantness in a "what a great idea for a craft" sort of way. I had a feeling they were created by our waitress since she was the one who always seemed to be fussing with them. Only one other couple was in the dining room, so she attended to us immediately.
"Can I get you something to start?"
"Sure." "Thank you, that would be nice." We both responded simultaneously.
"And what would the lady like this evening?"
Sarah smiled at the flattery. "I think I'll have a glass of white wine." She glanced over at me to see my reaction. This was a subtle cue of the mood to follow. Diet Coke was usually the beverage of choice. She didn't normally drink alcohol. One glass numbed her nose and made her giggle far too easily. When she did drink, however, it meant she was comfortable with my company and open to anything to follow. I raised my eyebrows in a debonair way.
"And for the gentleman?"
"Do you have Foster's on tap?"
"Yes we do."
"I'll have a pint please."
Sarah smiled at the happy memories I invoked. At university, Foster's was my signature beer. It was at a time when Crocodile Dundee was a known name, and Australia was inexplicably cool. 15 cent buffalo wings and a pitcher of Foster's was the Tuesday night special at the London Arms pub. There the Classics Club would meet and, as a group, circle the wagons and drink ourselves into extroverts.
As soon as the waitress left, Sarah smiled at me. She reached out and held my hand across the table. With my gaze on hers, she slipped her foot from her shoe and slowly began sliding it up my pant leg.
"I got a pedicure this morning." She announced seductively.
I nodded and pretended I didn't notice her invitation. "What colour?" I asked.
"I'm not telling." She teased. "You'll just have to find out later." Her devious little smile was gorgeous.
"Mmmm. I can't wait."
When the waitress returned with our drinks, we immediately retreated to our personal spaces as if we had been discovered by the chaperone. Sarah opened the menu and began to salivate at the variety.
"Can we add an appetizer to the package dinner?" Her question seemed innocent enough.
"You're on the package?" Our friendly waitress disappeared, and we were no longer a lady or a gentleman. She ripped the menu out of Sarah's hand and took mine before I had even opened it. She then scurried to her podium and brought back a tattered, grease-stained, photocopied page that we had to share. We both burst out laughing.
The waitress was flustered that we were not as bothered as she was. "The drinks are NOT included!"
"What choices do we have?" I asked, expecting the usual chicken or fish. I had been on many packages before with my parents.
"Coffee or tea." The waitress snapped.
Sarah and I looked at each other in amused disbelief.
"I'll have coffee please." I didn't even flinch at the ridiculously limited package. I was eager to get my order in early.
"And I'll have the tea!" Sarah followed my lead. "Can I have some milk with that?"
"Yes." The waitress snarled.
"Fantastic!" I enthused.
"Yes, great! I'm glad we got the package, Honey." Sarah joked.
The waitress stormed off and returned sometime later with our lettuce-only salads drowned in Kraft's Italian dressing and our chewy chicken dinners, which she had thoughtfully allowed to cool. She tossed the plates on the table and left us to peacefully devour our deal. We didn't see her again until we requested the bill. For some reason, we found it amusing to leave a generous tip, which of course, defeated the purpose of the package, but we didn't care. It was fun.
The rest of the holiday was marred with similar off-season products and services. The wax museum was only half open, so we couldn't see the pop stars of the seventies. I didn't think it was a problem, but Sarah pouted playfully. She really wanted to see young Bowie. Meanwhile, the arcade was particularly stingy about spitting out coupons. So much so that Mike, the scraggly-haired repair guy, ended up escorting us from game to game and repairing the devices on demand. In no time, he was acting like an old drinking buddy. He joked and laughed, then, out of the blue, revealed that working at the Niagara Falls Fun Centre wasn't his career choice, that his dream was to be part of a travelling carnival. He desperately wanted to see more of the world, he explained and socialize with a greater variety of "wildlife." Mike winked at Sarah to punctuate his meaning, then began advising her on which games to play.
Sarah was partial to Skee ball and clearly had career potential in the sport, but Mike quickly pointed out that the token-to-coupon payout was not the best. In a furtive whisper, he revealed that The Storm Stopper was your best bet, provided the arcade had left it on its original factory settings. He assured us the ones here were "cool." The game had lights that ran around the outside in opposite directions and you had to hit the button at just the right spot to win. It looked impossible, but Mike was right; if you calculated tokens in versus coupons won, it was the best deal. It only took a little practice to win a minor jackpot every 5 or 6 times.
We would cheer each win as if Toronto had won the Stanley Cup. I would give a quick fist pump and a full lung "Yes!" while Sarah would jump up and down screaming, "WhoooHooo!" Of course, in the end, when we cashed in, "Mike's secret" only bumped us up from a key-chain flashlight to a "deluxe" nail beauty set. Mind you, it did come complete with clippers, scissors, a file AND a cuticle scraper. Not only that, it was all neatly packaged in a paisley-patterned pink and green plastic vinyl case. Mike was so pleased to give us our prize and to be honest, we were thrilled to win it if only to see his broad chicletted smile. It was more of a trophy than a grooming set.
That night, I made reservations for us at a fancy Chinese food restaurant - the Bamboo Garden. When we arrived, we had half-expected renovations of some sort. Instead, the place was immaculate. Gentle pools teeming with goldfish highlighted the epic black and red Ming dynasty decor. Real candles flickered on crisp white tablecloths. Again, the restaurant was virtually ours. The reservations on my part were entirely unnecessary. In fact, as soon as we entered, they knew us by name and guided us directly to our table. A live lounge piano caressed the air, its notes danced vaguely around familiar harmonies until finally, as if prompted by our presence, a song emerged immediately accompanied by the velvet voice of oriental karaoke. It was our song remastered
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We had both been working at our first "full-fledged" jobs for a year and had reached that moment after graduation when you suddenly realize you can't make that impact on the world your student enthusiasm once promised. At first, I just sighed. It was the dead of January, and I had already expended all my energy on a week of inconsequential stress. I just wanted to collapse on the couch for two days. Sarah felt a similar weary exhaustion. I could tell. Her tone was more hopeful than excited, but she had dreaded the routine we were sinking into and was trying her best to pull us free.
I looked to the ceiling and adjusted my telephone headset. At that time I was working at Stats Canada on the tele-query desk. I took a deep breath and, as convincingly as possible, said, "Sounds good." I don't think she bought it, but we went nonetheless.
This was Niagara Falls before the casinos when there was a very distinct off-season. When we got to the hotel, we were given the details of our "lovers' special". One dinner to be used either Friday or Saturday, two breakfasts, a roll of tokens for the arcade, 10% off some "4D" movie ride experience, and a 2-for-1 coupon to Max Tussaud's. I guessed it was Madame's nephew? We also got a bottle of sparkling wine in our room and chocolate treats on our pillows. I was impressed. It sounded good.
When we got into our room and saw the "bottle" of wine - basically an aeroplane-sized glass and half - and the chocolates - "fun wrapped" Oh Henry's left over from Halloween - we both started to laugh. The tone for two wonderful days had been set. We decided to cash in on our dinner coupon right away.
The restaurant off the lobby had hopes of being better. There were huge panoramic windows that promised a view of the gorge. Unfortunately, they had some winter moisture problems that day, and it felt like we were defrosting amid the dripping streaks and foggy patches. The decor was your standard booths and tables though the "romantic" lighting was unique. Dollar store battery-powered tea lights were lodged inside thick tumbler glasses and shed a muted pleasantness in a "what a great idea for a craft" sort of way. I had a feeling they were created by our waitress since she was the one who always seemed to be fussing with them. Only one other couple was in the dining room, so she attended to us immediately.
"Can I get you something to start?"
"Sure." "Thank you, that would be nice." We both responded simultaneously.
"And what would the lady like this evening?"
Sarah smiled at the flattery. "I think I'll have a glass of white wine." She glanced over at me to see my reaction. This was a subtle cue of the mood to follow. Diet Coke was usually the beverage of choice. She didn't normally drink alcohol. One glass numbed her nose and made her giggle far too easily. When she did drink, however, it meant she was comfortable with my company and open to anything to follow. I raised my eyebrows in a debonair way.
"And for the gentleman?"
"Do you have Foster's on tap?"
"Yes we do."
"I'll have a pint please."
Sarah smiled at the happy memories I invoked. At university, Foster's was my signature beer. It was at a time when Crocodile Dundee was a known name, and Australia was inexplicably cool. 15 cent buffalo wings and a pitcher of Foster's was the Tuesday night special at the London Arms pub. There the Classics Club would meet and, as a group, circle the wagons and drink ourselves into extroverts.
As soon as the waitress left, Sarah smiled at me. She reached out and held my hand across the table. With my gaze on hers, she slipped her foot from her shoe and slowly began sliding it up my pant leg.
"I got a pedicure this morning." She announced seductively.
I nodded and pretended I didn't notice her invitation. "What colour?" I asked.
"I'm not telling." She teased. "You'll just have to find out later." Her devious little smile was gorgeous.
"Mmmm. I can't wait."
When the waitress returned with our drinks, we immediately retreated to our personal spaces as if we had been discovered by the chaperone. Sarah opened the menu and began to salivate at the variety.
"Can we add an appetizer to the package dinner?" Her question seemed innocent enough.
"You're on the package?" Our friendly waitress disappeared, and we were no longer a lady or a gentleman. She ripped the menu out of Sarah's hand and took mine before I had even opened it. She then scurried to her podium and brought back a tattered, grease-stained, photocopied page that we had to share. We both burst out laughing.
The waitress was flustered that we were not as bothered as she was. "The drinks are NOT included!"
"What choices do we have?" I asked, expecting the usual chicken or fish. I had been on many packages before with my parents.
"Coffee or tea." The waitress snapped.
Sarah and I looked at each other in amused disbelief.
"I'll have coffee please." I didn't even flinch at the ridiculously limited package. I was eager to get my order in early.
"And I'll have the tea!" Sarah followed my lead. "Can I have some milk with that?"
"Yes." The waitress snarled.
"Fantastic!" I enthused.
"Yes, great! I'm glad we got the package, Honey." Sarah joked.
The waitress stormed off and returned sometime later with our lettuce-only salads drowned in Kraft's Italian dressing and our chewy chicken dinners, which she had thoughtfully allowed to cool. She tossed the plates on the table and left us to peacefully devour our deal. We didn't see her again until we requested the bill. For some reason, we found it amusing to leave a generous tip, which of course, defeated the purpose of the package, but we didn't care. It was fun.
The rest of the holiday was marred with similar off-season products and services. The wax museum was only half open, so we couldn't see the pop stars of the seventies. I didn't think it was a problem, but Sarah pouted playfully. She really wanted to see young Bowie. Meanwhile, the arcade was particularly stingy about spitting out coupons. So much so that Mike, the scraggly-haired repair guy, ended up escorting us from game to game and repairing the devices on demand. In no time, he was acting like an old drinking buddy. He joked and laughed, then, out of the blue, revealed that working at the Niagara Falls Fun Centre wasn't his career choice, that his dream was to be part of a travelling carnival. He desperately wanted to see more of the world, he explained and socialize with a greater variety of "wildlife." Mike winked at Sarah to punctuate his meaning, then began advising her on which games to play.
Sarah was partial to Skee ball and clearly had career potential in the sport, but Mike quickly pointed out that the token-to-coupon payout was not the best. In a furtive whisper, he revealed that The Storm Stopper was your best bet, provided the arcade had left it on its original factory settings. He assured us the ones here were "cool." The game had lights that ran around the outside in opposite directions and you had to hit the button at just the right spot to win. It looked impossible, but Mike was right; if you calculated tokens in versus coupons won, it was the best deal. It only took a little practice to win a minor jackpot every 5 or 6 times.
We would cheer each win as if Toronto had won the Stanley Cup. I would give a quick fist pump and a full lung "Yes!" while Sarah would jump up and down screaming, "WhoooHooo!" Of course, in the end, when we cashed in, "Mike's secret" only bumped us up from a key-chain flashlight to a "deluxe" nail beauty set. Mind you, it did come complete with clippers, scissors, a file AND a cuticle scraper. Not only that, it was all neatly packaged in a paisley-patterned pink and green plastic vinyl case. Mike was so pleased to give us our prize and to be honest, we were thrilled to win it if only to see his broad chicletted smile. It was more of a trophy than a grooming set.
That night, I made reservations for us at a fancy Chinese food restaurant - the Bamboo Garden. When we arrived, we had half-expected renovations of some sort. Instead, the place was immaculate. Gentle pools teeming with goldfish highlighted the epic black and red Ming dynasty decor. Real candles flickered on crisp white tablecloths. Again, the restaurant was virtually ours. The reservations on my part were entirely unnecessary. In fact, as soon as we entered, they knew us by name and guided us directly to our table. A live lounge piano caressed the air, its notes danced vaguely around familiar harmonies until finally, as if prompted by our presence, a song emerged immediately accompanied by the velvet voice of oriental karaoke. It was our song remastered
2024.06.01 03:30 AndyWandyDandy26 I Need Some Help to Understand Someone I've Come to Care For (A Long Post, Sorry!)
Immediate Preface:
That got a little heavy at the end, but I felt it was good to include. I've had positive interactions with her every time until then. To say I felt terrible afterwards would be an understatement. And it's what has gotten me to really start delving into understanding all that I can. It's what brought me to making this post here, now. I want her to be okay and happy. Selfishly, I'd like her to be okay and happy with me.
So what I would love is some insight. Lead me to sites that can tell me more. If you have experiences yourself that can help, I'm here to listen. Well, read. The more I know, the better I can be. I will see her at work tomorrow. I intend to ask her if she would like me to visit her again after work. After we catch up for a minute. There was a carnival we saw while driving back to her home that she was excited for(and I dread due to the possibility of losing her in the crowd). I would like to talk to her about what had happened as well(unless I'm overwhelmingly yelled at not to here). We've not had any really deep conversations, especially given her disposition with saying a lot. But I feel, or at least hope, it could be helpful if we could have a small heart to heart about what happened if it's possible. (Though most of my concern is for her, it'd put my mind at ease knowing what happened if I can.) Then! I want to whisk her away for something nice.
I do apologize for the VERY long post. But also, thank you to those who take the time to read this and offer help.
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- Yes, this is a brand new account. I've needed to make a more serious one in contrast to my general postings for a while now. This seems like a worthwhile reason.
- I'm not trying to break any rules, I definitely could use the help. If I do, or am, I apologize now.
- This will be a longer post. I usually go pretty into detail anyway, and this is important to me so I won't be cutting many corners. Sorry for that, too.
- I feel very silly and out of place right now. That's not helpful to the post, I just thought I'd let you know.
- To keep this part (relatively) short, I(28m) met a girl(26f) a little while ago now at work one day(it's a big place), I'm a little hazy on exactly when, but it's been a couple months. I ended up getting feelings for them. I knew right away she had something. I even guessed schizophrenia right off the bat, but felt that was too steep. I assumed maybe severe ADD or maybe autism, as it was suggested by someone else I knew. I know admitted very little, so a lot was on the table at the time. The guesses aren't too important, just that I wasn't wholly blind to this from the start.
- Time had passed before I finally learned what her condition truly was. And I had told myself, and anyone else who commented on it that knew, that I would choose for myself whether or not to try pursuing anything with this person. Apparently I am.
- The rest of the information I'll write below the goals.
- Understand more about the condition in general. This is a blanket bullet stating I know there is much I could google, and I have been where I can. But getting information from a specialized source(first hand/second hand experiences, links to specific sites/posts that can help), will do me better than hours of aimless searching.
- I know she has schizophrenia, but I don't know which type specifically. Neither does her family who I've been speaking with on and off. She's been very helpful and supportive of me.. interacting with this girl? That was a strange sentence. My hope is that if I describe enough detail, maybe I can narrow down the specifics for us. It won't do much, but at least I'll know better what I'm working with.
- Hopefully be better with this. The more I know, the more I can do things the right way.
- Overarching bullet point. Everything else below this will describe what I've seen with her. Either at a distance while at work to while we are together doing something. The goal is to provide as much information as possible to know what is happening. It may be a little jumbled. Bear with me.
- She talks to herself. That's been confirmed to me by family she hears voices. Sometimes good, sometimes not. I've seen her mumble to herself quite a bit. Usually she is smiling or giggling. This incidentally is probably what got my attention in the first place, looking back on it.
- She giggles at things, or says something may be funny though that may not be the expected response. The more recent set of times I can think of is her giggling once, and me asking what she was thinking about. It took a moment, but she said it'd be funny if we watched a movie. The Fault in Our Stars specifically. I figured it had some significance to her, so I was more than willing to. Similar moments happened where she would giggle a bit at something where laughing maybe wasn't the expected response, but she would also stop sometimes when she realized.
- Also involving giggling but a bit different, there were two moments where she got into a larger giggle fit. Rolled to her side and laughed to herself. That lasted a few seconds before she sat back up and said she spaced out. So I think I've come to recognize when .. something happens a bit stronger than normal. I'm not sure what though. That I could use some insight on.
- She has trouble concentrating/focusing/mishearing. This happens a bit more at work it seems. It's a louder place, and simply not home, so I can understand it. But even at home, she can have a lapse or need to be asked something again if she spaces out(her common wording) or mishears me. But less often. She went to order something at a restaurant, and it took her quite a few seconds to get out what she wanted. In another place with menus, it was easier on her.
- She doesn't talk too much. When I have her attention, she looks directly at me and speaks just fine. But often times it isn't a lot. She can be excited and talk about things, but it's never more than a sentence or two. She's never explained something at length yet.
- When we went shopping, and even at work, she has the tendency to fiddle with things. Or get distracted by them. Especially if they are smaller, cute looking things. Could be a bottle, could be a small bag of shiny plastic jewelry. The type you might put on an elastic string for a wristband(this is very specific, because I am wearing one she gave me as I write this). This wandering nature also caused her to vanish once while she was trailing behind me. After a tiny panic attack, I found her looking at stuffed animals for her niece. She said sorry once I found her. I guess she saw the panic.
- She's been very receptive to everything I've given her for the most part. I started a trend of bringing in origami animals to her at work when I go to that area. She coos at almost every one. The only time she didn't was when she wasn't feeling well. She loved the flowers and balloons I had brought her for her birthday.
- She has somewhat of a tendency to give something back if I give her something. This is more common with snacks. I give her a rice crispy with her name on it, she pulls out gushers. And then gives me her second little pouch as we're leaving. I gave her birthday stuff, she gave me a wristband with her name. Though I'm realizing, she actually started this I believe. She gave me a bag of chips first before anything else at work. I still have them. She also paid for our first meal together before I could.
- She doesn't take her medication anymore. It seems she stopped genuinely a month or so before I saw her for the first time. She doesn't like them, or doesn't want to take them. I am not positive. She still sees a therapist once a month.
- I should touch on the more negative moments too now, I suppose. I do not know complete specifics, but one night she lashed out at the member of her family, whom she works with, and then fled for a day. I don't know what or why, and it isn't something I'm going to pry about. But that happened. And I suppose it happened before.
- She does not talk with this family member much. She doesn't tell them that much. In fact my most recent visit was a surprise. I did feel bad for that and texted them while we were gone what was happening. I don't know why for this, either. They still talk and can interact, it just seems to not be as positive as it could be.
- I've been recently told she can be quick to anger. Which I think I discovered recently as is described below.
- The last amount of info I can think of occurred on the same day as the previous bullet point. I was with her for six hours this time. We went to do some shopping for foodstuffs, came back and did some cooking. After that we putzed around for a little before watching the movie mentioned much further above(The Fault in Our Stars). We sat right next to another for most of it. We had glowsticks that you wear as wristbands, and spent at least a total quarter of the movie goofing around with them. Putting many together. Making funny shapes. Bumping them together. Making them crowns. We stopped and took pictures. Continued the movie. More shenanigans. I held her hand, or we had other moments just bumping or touching each other. It was like this for the majority of the movie. It was positive and pleasant the entire time. This is all relevant, because the last eight minutes it went to shit as I was getting ready to leave.
- A few things happened almost back to back that just ended up not going well. And truthfully, it's this, that has spurred me to finally make this post. We went to put up the food that was cooked. She tried to give the container to me once it was stored, and I had refused saying it's for her(the household in general) to have. She declined, saying she couldn't. The family member wouldn't be okay with it. She was smiling the whole time as I've come to see her do, so I thought she wasn't being serious. I said I didn't believe her and plopped it back down, in a humorous way. What I didn't realize, is I might have agitated her with this. I really don't know. Next, I had washed out the pot the food was in and did it carefully since their sink actually has trouble draining. By the end there was a small amount of water, but nothing that wouldn't drain after a few minutes. When I told her I had washed it, she had a slight 'oh no' expression. She had said, "AndyWandyDandy, did you flood my sink?" I swear she was trying to be funny. Every cue I saw made me think that. I gave a noncommittal response and moved on. I honestly can't remember her reaction. The final thing I always think of, but I believe came right before this, was I spooked her. I was walking from the kitchen to where we had been sitting. The path was dark. When I was about to hit the corner she walked around and I guess I surprised her. She said I scared her, or was scaring hebeing different. It truly baffled me. I assured her the best I could nothing was different and everything was fine. That's when we turned and started cleaning up I believe. Honestly though, that hurt to hear after all night with her. It still does.
- The last instance of interaction was her ushering me out the door. In fact, by this point she was being pretty quick about it. I don't recall what I asked, but she did end up saying I had made her a little mad. At asking why, she I believe shook her head and said something like, "It's nothing/it's okay, I'm just tired." With enough force to feel it but not much else, she walked with me to the door with her hand pushing against my arm. Before I exited, she still gave me a hug though. And that's likely one of the only things that keeps me from feeling worse from the whole thing. I said goodbye, and I left. I sat in my car for a minute, and decided this felt very wrong. I went back and knocked gently on the door, I wanted to try asking one more time what happened. Eventually she saw me in the window, and went to the door. She wouldn't open it to talk to me though. Only speaking through the glass, though we couldn't hear another. We weren't really getting anywhere, and she finally peace signed goodbye and walked away. It was upsetting to watch.
- The next day I texted the family member, and mentioned what had happened. They said I might've witnessed one of her moments. They also said she was fine and wasn't mad at me. I've not gotten to speak to her since yet, so I don't know what to feel. So much happened, it's a bit of a jumble.
That got a little heavy at the end, but I felt it was good to include. I've had positive interactions with her every time until then. To say I felt terrible afterwards would be an understatement. And it's what has gotten me to really start delving into understanding all that I can. It's what brought me to making this post here, now. I want her to be okay and happy. Selfishly, I'd like her to be okay and happy with me.
So what I would love is some insight. Lead me to sites that can tell me more. If you have experiences yourself that can help, I'm here to listen. Well, read. The more I know, the better I can be. I will see her at work tomorrow. I intend to ask her if she would like me to visit her again after work. After we catch up for a minute. There was a carnival we saw while driving back to her home that she was excited for(and I dread due to the possibility of losing her in the crowd). I would like to talk to her about what had happened as well(unless I'm overwhelmingly yelled at not to here). We've not had any really deep conversations, especially given her disposition with saying a lot. But I feel, or at least hope, it could be helpful if we could have a small heart to heart about what happened if it's possible. (Though most of my concern is for her, it'd put my mind at ease knowing what happened if I can.) Then! I want to whisk her away for something nice.
I do apologize for the VERY long post. But also, thank you to those who take the time to read this and offer help.
2024.06.01 03:29 orcakinggg AITAH for sending a voice message to my gf of my friend saying something she didn't like?
My girlfriend (17f) and I (17m) have been dating for a little over 6 months.
She is currently on vacation with her familly in Boston and she has 3 cats that need to fed and let in/out everyday. I offered to go and feed the cats for the 4 days they are away even if it takes me around 30-ish minutes away from me by walking (I dont have a car and public transport doesn't connect our houses).
I went yesterday and everything went fine, but today my friends and I hung out and while we were having fun one of them said "oh you can feed your damn cats yourself" over a voice message. I thought she'd understand it was a joke and just take it lightly. Apparently her whole familly heard at the restaurant and she got mad at me. Apparently now her mom doesn't want me to go feed the cats. Am I the asshole?
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She is currently on vacation with her familly in Boston and she has 3 cats that need to fed and let in/out everyday. I offered to go and feed the cats for the 4 days they are away even if it takes me around 30-ish minutes away from me by walking (I dont have a car and public transport doesn't connect our houses).
I went yesterday and everything went fine, but today my friends and I hung out and while we were having fun one of them said "oh you can feed your damn cats yourself" over a voice message. I thought she'd understand it was a joke and just take it lightly. Apparently her whole familly heard at the restaurant and she got mad at me. Apparently now her mom doesn't want me to go feed the cats. Am I the asshole?
2024.06.01 01:53 SchocoReisWaffeln Shift Planning, Working Hours, and Mandatory Time Breaks Between Shifts
Hello Swiss Reddit,
I have a few technical questions about labor law, and I also need to vent a little bit.
I work in a quite popular and busy restaurant in Zurich at Kreuzplatz (I don't want to mention the name for obvious reasons, but I believe some of you will know it).
I have been working there for the last 2.5 years with a 100% contract. It has never been great in terms of shifts, but lately, I feel really burnt out and tired. So tired. It is 01:12 as I am writing this, and I have to wake up in 4 hours and 48 minutes to go to work.
Regarding this, I have a few questions. Maybe some of you have had similar experiences.
The last question before I go to bed, and to put it into context: We have a friend who is a lawyer and said he would be willing to take on this case, as he described it as worse than slavery.
The question is: Is it really worth fighting it? Is there really a case? Or should I just say "fuck this" and simply get a new job?
I am sorry that you had to read all the way to here, but lately, I am not feeling well. Mentally. I am super tired, unmotivated, and I just can't anymore.
I don't have any issues with the job itself. I have met a lot of great people, and we have a lot of great regular guests. But under these conditions, it is just not fun. I can always find the good in everything and make fun of it. It is not typical of me to write something like this, but I think this job just broke me.
Thank you for reading. I appreciate any feedback. Good night.
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I have a few technical questions about labor law, and I also need to vent a little bit.
I work in a quite popular and busy restaurant in Zurich at Kreuzplatz (I don't want to mention the name for obvious reasons, but I believe some of you will know it).
I have been working there for the last 2.5 years with a 100% contract. It has never been great in terms of shifts, but lately, I feel really burnt out and tired. So tired. It is 01:12 as I am writing this, and I have to wake up in 4 hours and 48 minutes to go to work.
Regarding this, I have a few questions. Maybe some of you have had similar experiences.
- Is it normal (or legal) to work long streaks of days in a row? I'm talking about 6-8 days in a row without a day off. I am in the middle of a 7-day streak. This is also quite a common occurrence at my workplace.
- What is the mandatory time off between two shifts? Every week there are 1 to 2 days where I finish late, around 23:00 or 00:00, and the next day I start at 8:00 or 9:00.
- Free weekends? Is it normal to never have a free weekend? My last free weekend was probably sometime last year, not counting weekends I had off because I requested a holiday.
- Break times - During a normal shift from 16:00-00:00 (which in reality means 16:00-00:30 or later), we have 30-minute breaks. That is normal. But sometimes we start at 17:00, and then we are only allowed a 15-minute break.
The last question before I go to bed, and to put it into context: We have a friend who is a lawyer and said he would be willing to take on this case, as he described it as worse than slavery.
The question is: Is it really worth fighting it? Is there really a case? Or should I just say "fuck this" and simply get a new job?
I am sorry that you had to read all the way to here, but lately, I am not feeling well. Mentally. I am super tired, unmotivated, and I just can't anymore.
I don't have any issues with the job itself. I have met a lot of great people, and we have a lot of great regular guests. But under these conditions, it is just not fun. I can always find the good in everything and make fun of it. It is not typical of me to write something like this, but I think this job just broke me.
Thank you for reading. I appreciate any feedback. Good night.
2024.06.01 01:03 Ravenclawriddles Should we not tell the restaurant our event is a wedding reception?
Ok so I am 90% sure I want our wedding dinner reception at this gorgeous restaurant a few towns away. Weāve called and toured a ton of places and this place is gorgeous.
When I reached out to their wedding coordinator Leslie for details, she has been extremely flaky and inconsistent in responding to us and giving us wrong prices. ($80,000 for 40 people for 3 hours?! It was a typo she said but stuff like that kept happening.)
Leslie also had a ton of bad reviews online, about 8 last month, yet they will charge us $1300 to use her.
Out of frustration, I decided to use my fianceās email and booked a consultation for a āromantic anniversary dinner partyā with their event coordinator John.
John was immediately responsive and gave us a link where we could add different meals and drinks and services to a cart to get a rough estimate and stayed on the phone with me to make sure I was understanding it.
Thatās when I noticed an enormous difference in their pricing. For the same exact room, guest count, and month, they were charging $600 for the room if I said it was a romantic anniversary dinner and $2,000 min. For food and beverage.
(It was $4,000 for everything total.)
If I said it was a wedding, it was going to be $3,000 for the room and $7,000 for food and drink (40 people, same date and room).
(Itās going to be $13,000 if we say itās a wedding for the same services.)
Again, we are not having an actual wedding here. Weāre getting married at the courthouse a few days prior & just need a nice place to have an intimate dinner reception.
I asked John what if my āsisterā wanted to have her wedding reception here. Could she do it with you? John goes āOh no, she needs to contact Leslie, everything is wedding related goes through her.ā
So my fiance and I decided maybe we should just use the restaurant as a wedding dinner reception and just not tell them. We just need the food and drinks and itās only 30-40 guests.
We are not doing dancing, videos, cake cutting, nothing. Itās just dinner and a few toasts for 3 hours and 35 people.
But Iām kind of terrified they will kick us out or shame us if they discover itās kind of a little wedding celebration.
We had money set aside for a big backyard wedding with vendors and dancing that I was excited for but I was just diagnosed with bone marrow disease this week and I want to find an easy restaurant before I start getting really sick.
So now we just want a simple courthouse ceremony (because I need to be in his health insurance stat) and a good dinner.
What do you guys think? Is it the worst idea ever? Again, Iām not doing a ceremony or dancing or cake cutting. Very simple as I canāt stand long.
EDIT: after seeing a few comments here, I think Iām gonna aim to be honest. Iāll tell John weāre getting married that week and the dinner is literally just supposed to be an intimate celebration of that and weāre not requiring anything else except food and to be allowed to do our toasts and have our photographer as the event allowed.
And to see what he says and whether he can work with us. Because of my health issues and need to be on my partners health insurance asap, weāre probably going through the court in the next few weeks anyway so it might just turn into a dinner reception months after an actual wedding.
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When I reached out to their wedding coordinator Leslie for details, she has been extremely flaky and inconsistent in responding to us and giving us wrong prices. ($80,000 for 40 people for 3 hours?! It was a typo she said but stuff like that kept happening.)
Leslie also had a ton of bad reviews online, about 8 last month, yet they will charge us $1300 to use her.
Out of frustration, I decided to use my fianceās email and booked a consultation for a āromantic anniversary dinner partyā with their event coordinator John.
John was immediately responsive and gave us a link where we could add different meals and drinks and services to a cart to get a rough estimate and stayed on the phone with me to make sure I was understanding it.
Thatās when I noticed an enormous difference in their pricing. For the same exact room, guest count, and month, they were charging $600 for the room if I said it was a romantic anniversary dinner and $2,000 min. For food and beverage.
(It was $4,000 for everything total.)
If I said it was a wedding, it was going to be $3,000 for the room and $7,000 for food and drink (40 people, same date and room).
(Itās going to be $13,000 if we say itās a wedding for the same services.)
Again, we are not having an actual wedding here. Weāre getting married at the courthouse a few days prior & just need a nice place to have an intimate dinner reception.
I asked John what if my āsisterā wanted to have her wedding reception here. Could she do it with you? John goes āOh no, she needs to contact Leslie, everything is wedding related goes through her.ā
So my fiance and I decided maybe we should just use the restaurant as a wedding dinner reception and just not tell them. We just need the food and drinks and itās only 30-40 guests.
We are not doing dancing, videos, cake cutting, nothing. Itās just dinner and a few toasts for 3 hours and 35 people.
But Iām kind of terrified they will kick us out or shame us if they discover itās kind of a little wedding celebration.
We had money set aside for a big backyard wedding with vendors and dancing that I was excited for but I was just diagnosed with bone marrow disease this week and I want to find an easy restaurant before I start getting really sick.
So now we just want a simple courthouse ceremony (because I need to be in his health insurance stat) and a good dinner.
What do you guys think? Is it the worst idea ever? Again, Iām not doing a ceremony or dancing or cake cutting. Very simple as I canāt stand long.
EDIT: after seeing a few comments here, I think Iām gonna aim to be honest. Iāll tell John weāre getting married that week and the dinner is literally just supposed to be an intimate celebration of that and weāre not requiring anything else except food and to be allowed to do our toasts and have our photographer as the event allowed.
And to see what he says and whether he can work with us. Because of my health issues and need to be on my partners health insurance asap, weāre probably going through the court in the next few weeks anyway so it might just turn into a dinner reception months after an actual wedding.
2024.06.01 00:40 DaButtafly904 Kiyah and Liyah, I really wish I could come get both of youā¦.
You both look so tired, drained, with nothing left inside of you. Youāre too young to look sad and depressed. Those pictures speaks a thousand words. There are so many people in here that wish they could adopt the both of you and give you a better, happier, stable life. Thereās people who wish the both of you could have the experience of keeping your hair done, wearing nice clothes, having your own personal items and having your own rooms with beds. Oh how I wish I could take both of you to the mall and let you pick out anything you want. Take you to Bath & Body and to a nice restaurant and you order whatever you want. Things are going to get better baby girls. We all love you both and pray that somehow you can get away from that monster.
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2024.06.01 00:36 GameLoreReader Just a heads up about the 'walking out' bullshit trend
All the more if you're working in a restaurant that does portioning right in front of the customer (Chipotle, Panda Express, Chinese restaurants, etc.). More of these younger people are starting to film you portioning your food and will walk out right when you're about to ring up the order. Even if you give a lot in your portioning, they will still walk out. What's supposed to be a 'retaliation against corporate greed' is becoming more of a 'prank' now. Doesn't matter if you portion a little or a lot, they will walk out, waste your time, and upload their video on Tiktok or social media while a lot of Gen-Z and younger generations will find it hilarious.
Even in sit-down restaurants, it's happening. They order food, the food gets brought to them, they record and say something along the lines of, "Oh that's it? They can't put more?" to the server. The server would explain. Then, the customer walks out. Again, wasting time, food and money.
Our restaurant manager actually discussed this last night and came up with the solution to make a 'Do Not Serve' list with a CCTV photo of their face if some troll tries to do it to us. It's not really the best solution, but at least it's something to do against this stupid trend.
Just a thought and warning in case any of you guys will experience this, especially those of you in restaurants where you portion a meal right in front of the customers.
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Even in sit-down restaurants, it's happening. They order food, the food gets brought to them, they record and say something along the lines of, "Oh that's it? They can't put more?" to the server. The server would explain. Then, the customer walks out. Again, wasting time, food and money.
Our restaurant manager actually discussed this last night and came up with the solution to make a 'Do Not Serve' list with a CCTV photo of their face if some troll tries to do it to us. It's not really the best solution, but at least it's something to do against this stupid trend.
Just a thought and warning in case any of you guys will experience this, especially those of you in restaurants where you portion a meal right in front of the customers.
2024.06.01 00:17 AnAquaticPony Iām now an Audi believer
 | With my Ranger being in the body shop for a few weeks for accidental self inflicted damage I decided to get a rental on Turo rather than the chains. After debating between a basic economy car to rent or something a little nicer I settled on a 2016 A7 with the 3.0 diesel (Thank you Patrick if youāre here.) Part of my reasoning behind this is the stellar reviews as well as I have always loved the design of this car ever since it came out even though some might say itās a controversial lookā¦ A younger more broke version of me would have never thought I would find myself behind the wheel of this beautiful machine. But wow this car has really exceeded my expectations by a thousand times. submitted by AnAquaticPony to Audi [link] [comments] Letās get this out of the way- yes itās a base model rental with about 100k miles. I expected the interior to be in pretty rough shape, but no the fit and finish of every thing is perfect even still no rattles or creaks. The interior layout is intuitive and dead quiet at all times, nothing like my truck. The ride is buttery smooth and steering very precise and while the diesel does leave a little bit to be desired, the power delivery is great paired with the Quattro system. Iām not even pushing it to the limit as itās someoneās personal car on Turo they are using as a side gig and I respect that. Itās a base model- it doesnāt need to be a rocket ship. The absolute presence this car has at night is incredible. Hellcats and mustangs rev their engines to try to race, but why would I stoop to their level? Iām in a lazy boy on wheels. Oh yeah and did I mention how absolutely gorgeous this car is? In all seriousness this was my first time driving an Audi that is somewhat more modern and itās not even the newest out there, I can only imagine the newest models. Not that they are direct competitors or even in the same class but Iāve driven a CLS, an e92 M3, my old roommates 06ish Audi A3, hell even my previous car was a tuned 16 Ecoboost mustang that boogied. They donāt compare at all in fit and finish nor driveability and honestly this has ruined every other car out there for me. I have to have one and probably one with the thundering 4.0 V8- Iām looking at Autotrader for C7.5 S7s, watching hundreds of YouTube videos, scouring forums, itching to test drive one. This car has left me with a similar feeling of excitement and astonishment in the same way an excellent restaurant that comes highly recommended from your foodie friend, and even exceeds that hype. Once I finish paying off my truck and my gfās Acura TLX Iām hoping to join the ranks of you gentlemen and gentleladies here. All it took is one high and Iām already hooked! |
2024.06.01 00:10 yamialone I (M24) fell for my caregiver/care worker (F27)
Context is because life delt me a fucking lemon tree im in assisted/supervised living. No im not handicapped, mentaly ill or did anything illegal. Just a shitty family and a pinch of depression. Its not permanent when i finish my apprenticeship i will have to stand on my own 2 feet again or go back to studying at a university if i cant get a job.
Anyway, i live in a shared flat with 3 other guys and she is working with us for about 5-6hours a day for about 1,5 years by now. She is super nice such a joy to be around energetic and just plain cute. She does nearly everything with us/me shopping, cooking, going outside, sports, board/video games you name it etc etc. and she is more like a close friend to us and treats us the same way. Not like us being just her next "patients". Well and she is especially nice to me because i cook very good (worked in a mid/low high end restaurant for a year until covid). I cook her dinner nearly daily and its not a chore but i look forward to it during work which keeps me going to see her smile just one more time. And after a series of long deeptalks about her past stuff and mine with eary similarities my stupid heart wants more than just friendship. Nevertheless im pretty certain she just sees me as a friend in a best case scenario but not as a potential partner.
And i know its impossible. She could never ever break that barrier of professionalism even if she did feel the same way. And im stuck knowing i can not be with her maybe when im done and i have to move out but being around her every day and not being able to actually tell her how much she means to me is heartbreaking (not the random compliments that she "just" brightens up my day)
I wish i knew a way out of this mess without getting booted out of assisted living or being rejected because of her role/job function.
Oh well now its out. Atleast somewhere.
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Anyway, i live in a shared flat with 3 other guys and she is working with us for about 5-6hours a day for about 1,5 years by now. She is super nice such a joy to be around energetic and just plain cute. She does nearly everything with us/me shopping, cooking, going outside, sports, board/video games you name it etc etc. and she is more like a close friend to us and treats us the same way. Not like us being just her next "patients". Well and she is especially nice to me because i cook very good (worked in a mid/low high end restaurant for a year until covid). I cook her dinner nearly daily and its not a chore but i look forward to it during work which keeps me going to see her smile just one more time. And after a series of long deeptalks about her past stuff and mine with eary similarities my stupid heart wants more than just friendship. Nevertheless im pretty certain she just sees me as a friend in a best case scenario but not as a potential partner.
And i know its impossible. She could never ever break that barrier of professionalism even if she did feel the same way. And im stuck knowing i can not be with her maybe when im done and i have to move out but being around her every day and not being able to actually tell her how much she means to me is heartbreaking (not the random compliments that she "just" brightens up my day)
I wish i knew a way out of this mess without getting booted out of assisted living or being rejected because of her role/job function.
Oh well now its out. Atleast somewhere.