Rudeness Toward Service Industry Workers=Good Judge of Character

I went to sushi this evening with some co-workers and a former employee of the establishment. This former employee (who shall remain nameless) did not impress me in the slightest. I knew it was going to be a long dining experience for me (sitting directly across from this person) when the waitress approached, asked the standard “would you like anything other than water to drink?” and this chick tapped the rim of her water glass and said “could I get some lemon?” JeSUS. Really?! I enjoy lemon in my water as well. But are you kidding me? That is like a slap in the face of the restaurant. “Hi. Your restaurant is obviously too poor to provide its guests with the basics, like lemon wedges in water glasses.” BITCH. Then she went on to say that [insert her favorite sushi place] kicked the crap out of [insert the sushi restaurant we were at, which is the greatest, btw]. Right out loud. In front of the girl whose birthday it was, and therefore who chose the place where we eat. BITCH. Then we started talking about our favorite clients. One of them is this sweet old man who has approximately 8 dogs and spends more money at our facility than anyone else. She said she hates him. She said, “is that that asshole with all the bulldogs?” BITCH. Then she ordere a California roll. And that’s all. Because it has fish eggs on it. And she requires those little orange goodies to be on all of her sushi
as she is a huge pain in the ass. THEN the ladies were discussing what to do next and she informed everyone that she needed to go home to see her husband. My favorite technician called her out, saying she had promised to come out with the girls since no one gets to see her anymore (huge fucking loss). She informed them that she might meet up with them later (which is basically the biggest cop-out ever invented) but that she just needed to start the evening out with her husband. BARF. Anyway, I hope I never see that woman again. Thank god she works somewhere else now. Have a nice life, and hey, I have news for you, servers in restaurants are people, and they deserve to be treated with some respect which is more than I can say for some former employees of my current place of employment.

Sometimes It’s Not All About Dogs

But it is usually.  This is my new blog where I will do non-dog-related blogging.  It won’t be as frequent, or nearly as interesting, but I promise to be witty.  In order to demonstrate that this is possible, I will now blog about a non-dog topic, mosquitos.

I fecking hate mosquitos.  Why is it that they seem to bite some people (me) and not others (my friend Lauren)?  Or even my friend Kassey–she gets bitten but never if she and I are on a walk together.  They bite me and not her.  Bastards.  Some say I should be oh-so-flattered that the little creeps choose to suck my blood.  I say nonsense.  They leave raised red bumps that are both uncomfortable and unsightly.  The worst part is that they come in totally uninvited.  At least with vampires you have to invite them in.  These buzzing little shits just come right up to you and fly into your face or under your clothes–one hundered percent uninvited.  Assholes.  I have personal space, you know.  Just because my blood is somehow sweeter (or maybe mosquitos like bitter, that would be more fitting) than others does not give you the right to penetrate my skin with that horrid little pointy face of yours and slurp my life fluid from me like I slurp Jamba Juice.  No sireebob.  ”Why don’t you just wear bugspray, idiot?” some of you might be asking.  And my answer is, “I do, idiots.”  I do.  I wear expensive bugspray with deet (since apparently that’s a vital ingredient) when I go out walking at dusk.  Guess what?  My blood is so tasty the nasty smell/taste of the bugspray is not enough to deter the little evildoers.  I still get bitten.  Every time I go for a walk, without fail.  I am doomed to West Nile Virusy death, for sure.

See? Not a single dog mention.  I could have gone into a thread about the importance of heartworm preventative for your furchildren since mosquitos transmit heartworm (fuckers!), but nooooo.  I did not.  Until now.  Dammit.