Adventures Behind The Bar

Now, I don’t people to think that I am ungrateful, I just don’t like to get underpaid.  Also my job isn’t as bad as I make it out to be, but after all this IS a rant blog, more or less.

So, Thursday night I am on bar as usual, nothing out of the ordinary except for the EXTREMELY busy happy hour, which sucks, because people only order things that are half off, so checks aren’t high and neither are the tips.  But that isn’t what I wanted to rant about. 

At around 10pm this young woman sits at the bar, gets a drink and an appetizer.  About an hour later a gentlemen joins her.  I get his order and at this time I am starting to clean my bar in anticipation of closing.  But after another thirty minutes I start to chat with them. They tell me about their job and we just get to chit chat.

Next thing I know, they are telling me I am so awesome, they love me… so on and so forth.  My manager comes over and they say, I deserve a raise, I need to be promoted, the whole nine.  I really don’t think I gave them AMAZING service, but I’ll take the compliment.

They split the bill and she says that he is going to tip me.  Her bill was roughly $30 and his was $40.  So now, you all know my expectations for tipping…. ESPECIALLY if you are going to give such great compliments.  The man left me $5.89… your bill was $70… where the hell is the rest of my tip.  Not only that, but their signed credit card receipt had hearts and stars!

Needless to say, I cannot pay my rent in compliments.