once bitten, twice shy
Today, daddy day was almost too much to handle. At the YMCA today, a little girl about 2 years old hit Kai on his chest with a big toy while he was laying on his back. Needless to say, he didn’t like that. Well, after I calmed Kai down, I went to work out. I was about halfway through when I noticed one of the counselors coming right at me. My pulse began to race. What could it be?
The counselor said that the same little girl had just bitten Kai on his face. My mind immediately conjured images of Hannibal Lecter in Silence of the Lambs. She said it wasn’t that bad, but to come now because now Kai was really upset. Now, I want to be very clear that I feel these counselors are wonderful, gracious people with the patience of a saint. Things like this happen in an instant, and are nearly impossible to prevent. I don’t blame them at all.
I did blame myself. Perhaps I should have just left after the first incident with the toy. And while we did leave after the second incident, I didn’t get to see the mother of the little girl. And it’s probably a good thing, because I would probably have been quite mean. Incidentally, the mother of this biting monster was no where to be found in the YMCA facility. Does she use the place as a drop-off daycare so she can run errands? The counselors looked all over for her — and it’s not that big of a place.
On top of that, when I came to work I was greeted with “do you like your job? Do you want to keep your job?” I was ready to lose it. It seems that in our latest bar audit, where corporate bigwigs send private investigators to spy on the bartenders during our shifts, they noticed that I didn’t ring in each drink as I served it. Well, DUH! Any bartender worth a damn knows that you cannot ring in each drink as you serve it and provide good service. I would have to say, “I’d love to take your drink order or even acknowledge you right now, but I have to ring in this Bud Light that our corporate office thinks I am incapable of remembering to ring in after I take your order, and because they suspect all of their employees of stealing from them.” Perhaps the corporate offices should set up a queue, like a fast food chain, so I can be sure to ring up each item as I serve it. Or they might realize that our liquor costs have consistently been among the best in the industry for years, and that they could maybe ease up on the CIA spy tactics.
I won’t even go on with the details from the rest of the shift. You wouldn’t believe it anyways. Let’s just say that there are a lot of stupid people out there. And they all work at my restaurant.
So that was my day today. I need a drink.
The counselor said that the same little girl had just bitten Kai on his face. My mind immediately conjured images of Hannibal Lecter in Silence of the Lambs. She said it wasn’t that bad, but to come now because now Kai was really upset. Now, I want to be very clear that I feel these counselors are wonderful, gracious people with the patience of a saint. Things like this happen in an instant, and are nearly impossible to prevent. I don’t blame them at all.
I did blame myself. Perhaps I should have just left after the first incident with the toy. And while we did leave after the second incident, I didn’t get to see the mother of the little girl. And it’s probably a good thing, because I would probably have been quite mean. Incidentally, the mother of this biting monster was no where to be found in the YMCA facility. Does she use the place as a drop-off daycare so she can run errands? The counselors looked all over for her — and it’s not that big of a place.
On top of that, when I came to work I was greeted with “do you like your job? Do you want to keep your job?” I was ready to lose it. It seems that in our latest bar audit, where corporate bigwigs send private investigators to spy on the bartenders during our shifts, they noticed that I didn’t ring in each drink as I served it. Well, DUH! Any bartender worth a damn knows that you cannot ring in each drink as you serve it and provide good service. I would have to say, “I’d love to take your drink order or even acknowledge you right now, but I have to ring in this Bud Light that our corporate office thinks I am incapable of remembering to ring in after I take your order, and because they suspect all of their employees of stealing from them.” Perhaps the corporate offices should set up a queue, like a fast food chain, so I can be sure to ring up each item as I serve it. Or they might realize that our liquor costs have consistently been among the best in the industry for years, and that they could maybe ease up on the CIA spy tactics.
I won’t even go on with the details from the rest of the shift. You wouldn’t believe it anyways. Let’s just say that there are a lot of stupid people out there. And they all work at my restaurant.
So that was my day today. I need a drink.
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