Would you like attitude with that?
Argh, what's with Blogger asking me all these questions about opening a Google account? I'm a total technophobe. I hate the TV remote and don't know how to set the microwave to defrost. I don't like it when the computer asks me questions. Not that this is relevant...to anything.
I went out to Small Block in Brunswick for breakfast on the weekend with my oldest and dearest Melbourne pal. Despite the fact that the outside temperature was at distinct odds with human life I enjoyed excellent toast and jam and a lovely fresh orange juice. Lachlan seemed satisfied with eggs benedict and a side of home-made beans and Ben didn't ark up about his fruit toast - all in all a very successful morning meal, EXCEPT that we were served by a surly waitress.
I'm not charged for a full-blown rant today but I'm in a kind of wistful 'aren't human beings funny things?' type of mood so I couldn't help musing on tetchy waiting staff.
I'm always unsettled by it, it makes me feel like I've done something wrong and I end up trying to overcompensate for rudeness by being too polite and overly cheerful. I don't like it when I'm like that, I rarely have the energy to spare, and I really don't think I should be made to feel that way about myself, especially considering I'm paying for the 'privilege'. Why don't these people get jobs in data entry? There's a difference between efficiency and narkiness. I don't need a song and a kiss on the cheek but I do need someone to look me in the eye and I wouldn't mind a smile.
I'll give this particular waitress one strike cause it was a screamingly hot day and the cafe was out of control busy but I have to encourage every member of the Tin Pot staff to do their beleaguered clientele a favour and stack shelves across the road instead of dripping disdain over every hapless punter desperate for their morning cup of brown.
The world would be a rosier place if people at least attempted to find work that didn't turn them into sociopaths. Don't you think?
Two really good things: the second song on The Shin's new album; Entourage 3 is nearly here.
I went out to Small Block in Brunswick for breakfast on the weekend with my oldest and dearest Melbourne pal. Despite the fact that the outside temperature was at distinct odds with human life I enjoyed excellent toast and jam and a lovely fresh orange juice. Lachlan seemed satisfied with eggs benedict and a side of home-made beans and Ben didn't ark up about his fruit toast - all in all a very successful morning meal, EXCEPT that we were served by a surly waitress.
I'm not charged for a full-blown rant today but I'm in a kind of wistful 'aren't human beings funny things?' type of mood so I couldn't help musing on tetchy waiting staff.
I'm always unsettled by it, it makes me feel like I've done something wrong and I end up trying to overcompensate for rudeness by being too polite and overly cheerful. I don't like it when I'm like that, I rarely have the energy to spare, and I really don't think I should be made to feel that way about myself, especially considering I'm paying for the 'privilege'. Why don't these people get jobs in data entry? There's a difference between efficiency and narkiness. I don't need a song and a kiss on the cheek but I do need someone to look me in the eye and I wouldn't mind a smile.
I'll give this particular waitress one strike cause it was a screamingly hot day and the cafe was out of control busy but I have to encourage every member of the Tin Pot staff to do their beleaguered clientele a favour and stack shelves across the road instead of dripping disdain over every hapless punter desperate for their morning cup of brown.
The world would be a rosier place if people at least attempted to find work that didn't turn them into sociopaths. Don't you think?
Two really good things: the second song on The Shin's new album; Entourage 3 is nearly here.
posted by Krock at 8:06 PM
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