Monday, April 13, 2009

Life's Hard Lessons

forgive me bloggy peeps, for I have been neglectful...

My heart has been heavy lately.  Nothing serious, mind you.  It's just one of those dips that anybody who does serious training would recognize in an instant.  The little things are amplified a little bit.  Damn you, Extreme Home Makeover!  LOL...

My daughter had the opportunity recently to fall in with major restaurant company here in Atlanta.  She has been graduated from college for over a year now, but has not had much luck landing a job.  If you are going to work in the service industry, then this is the type of restaurant you want to work for.

Jess worked hard to help this company get their new store open.  It's a fairly popular place.  The first week, they were deluged with customers.  They took advantage of her willingness to work hard.  She closed, turned around and opened the next day.  Came in when they called.  They worked her so hard as a matter of fact that she got sick and was out six days.  After she managed to get better, she took a planned and approved weekend off to see her grandmother.  When she returned, she suddenly found herself, persona non grata.

After being treated badly, she left and starts a new job today.  This whole episode saddens me.  Bartenders and waitresses make $2.35 an hour, and unfortunately, they are treated as expendables.  It really takes very little effort to replace them with the next warm body that walks through the door.  If that doesn't merit approval, on to the next.

I encouraged Jess, indirectly through her mom, to stay and slug it out.  You can't solve your problems by running from job to job.  Yes!  The restaurants also know that server's jobs are a dime a dozen.  The respect, and lack there of, is a reciperocal thing.  Sometimes, you have to stay and fight, to prove to yourself and others that you can beat their shit, and laugh.

Thus my facebook status for that moment:  Wes does not support people who suck!

and with the thunder clouds rolling in my mind, an unsuspecting aquaintance pops some stuff up on facebook about Obama's recent trip to the G20 summit and Turkey.  I won't go into details about what was said, but it piqued my curiosity enough to do my own research.  What I found was that he was repeating a lot of rhetoric that was being posted on conservative blogs and news organizations.

Now, I don't know about you, but I don't like it when people make stuff up.  The thought processes that got them from point A to point B had to look like the biggest hair ball in existence.  They then go proselitizing it from the highest roof tops so that you and I can make the connection with a slash of our sword.  They say it over and over again until they believe it to be the truth.

I don't care too much for the Democratic party, and I'm fairly neurtral on Obama.  I will not, however, stand idly by and listen to a bunch of made up bullshit about anybody or anything.  And then the kicker?  I'm supposed to "thank a veteran" for fighting (and dying) for my rights.

Those of you who have actually strapped on combat boots gather round, and we will discuss.

It was funny how that conversation got deleted and reposted without my comments.

My friend, Marit, lamented on facebook the fact that her husband had to fly in at 1 AM (he's a Marine (booya!) pilot) then report back for duty at 8 AM.  I commented that that "was nuthin".  She deleted my comment.  I think I pissed her off :-(  It was probably the "hahahahaha" I put in front of it.  Wo!  I am on a roll!

Sometimes, I expect people that I have a relationship with, yes, even a virtual one, to just get me, and that's not really fair, is it?  It is certainly not wise to assume that someone is going to know what I am thinking in one short sentence.  This little incident has reminded me that facebook and my blog is not part of a contest.  I am here primarily for me, and you second.  If the "you" part doesn't work out all the time, that's OK.  It's only fair.

I've got a lot more stuff I want to talk about, but it's time to end this bitch-fest.  I woke up this morning to the howling wind, driving rain, and the crack of thunder.  Through the noise, I heard the birds singing.

They were telling me, "It's going to be a beautiful day"...

24 comments:

Shannon said...

I love, like, and get YOU!

I've been in a "no bullshit" kind of mood lately too. Keep stoking your fire bro, I dig' it!

Jess said...

I can sympathize with your daughter, Jess, since I too worked as a server for years in my early and mid 20s, and I know how expendable restaurants (especially if they are owned by corporations -- I loved working for independently owned restraurants; I was treated very well by small business owners) can consider their staff. Here in FL, servers are also only paid $2 an hour (in MN, they are paid minimum wage, BTW -- and I made $8 as a bartender + tips up there).

I hope she can soon find a job that is more lasting and more satisfying. I really feel for those who are recently graduating college and finding nothing in their field because of this economy. My SIL is in a similar situation.

Stef said...

That's interesting cause I feel like I "get you." But I guess I can't know fer sure.

I saw that comment you left on Marit's status and it seemed innocuous to me, even funny.

Have may friends in the service industry, food service in particular. It has always seemed like a rather thankless calling but the ones that really love it seem to elevate it somehow. Best of luck to your daughter!!

triguyjt said...

I am with you on your daughters dilemma . Iunderstand her being pee'od.... I hoped that she could battle through the stupid's and stay with the same place. I don't know how bad it was though....

Molly said...

Best of luck to your daughter. As someone married to an ex-waiter, I'm very sympathetic to how much work service staff put in and how underpaid they are for those efforts. I hope her contributions to her company are appropriately recognized and rewarded!

Lily on the Road said...

Wes, your blog, your "bitchfest", go for it, that is a given. ; )

Sorry to hear about your daughter and the rough time she has been given, for without wonderful, cheery, personable peeps (like your daughter), working within the restaurant and service industry, none of us would continue to keep going back.

Good Luck Jess, hang tough!

Kim said...

i heart you pal. hang in there.

Carolina John said...

yea there's trouble brewing in the ATL today. all those howling winds have been reeking havoc around the office. i think it might be a full moon tonight or something? it's all crazy.

love your bitch fest brother. i get you, and i could go on a large bitchfest myself today.

Gotta Run said...

Why do you think I made Scott stop watching Extreme Home Makeover? Too much crying!!!! Too many emotions.... :)

I am only playing. WE get you We and we love you and your twisted ways :)))))

Annette said...

The hazards of social networks. . . not everyone will "get you" in one brief comment. Many things can have multiple meanings or intentions. Tricky!! Despite being down, I appreciate the way you found the positive at the end of your post. :)

Backofpack said...

Written communication is always a challenge, especially when it's reduced to one-or-two-sentence blurbs. I don't like to use emoticons, so I have to be even more careful in how I express myself. And yes, I don't like it when people read something somewhere, do no research and start repeating it as fact because it supports their previously held views. I want to yell "Read! Think! Analyze! Think before you speak (or write)!"

I may not always agree with my internet friends, but I always respect their right to express themselves.

Lisa Slow-n-Steady said...

bummer about your daughter's situation.

problem with written communication - it's hard to get someone's intent sometimes.

whatever, huh?

LBTEPA said...

((((HUGS))))

teacherwoman said...

Good luck to your daughter!

Missy said...

Politics, military and religion...three topics we stay away from on our group/fun rides with friends:) Yep, I expect people to get me too. I swear, I feel like I'm pretty simple!

Bless it, food service. Everyone and I mean EVERYONE on the planet should have to work in food service - fast food AND something bigger. All new respect, that's fo sho!

Michelle said...

Scott and I both worked in foodservice for a looooong time (that's where we met), and it is a tough, tough business. I hope your daughter finds a better situation soon.

Michelle said...

Hey Wes sorry about your daughter!!!

I "get" you I think your right on and funny and serious and truthful when you have to be.

Screw all the rest, I say!!

redheadmomma said...

You know what? I learned SO much from the really hard, crappy job situations, and it made me a better person. No doubt your daughter will be the same way. SO glad you're both behind her!

I agree with a lot of your commenters... I joked with a friend once on fb and found that I had really hit a sore spot. Oops. I think that the recipient (and yours) needs to recognize that if the intent behind the comment is meant in love, then just take it as a comment, nothing more. And that goes for me too! You are very, very direct and have a sometimes sharp sense of humor; but you are such a caring soul, Wes, and that's what I and so many others see. Keep on being you. XO

Kevin said...

Wow. who pissed in your cheerios?

J/K

You know we all enjoy your whitty sense of humor. You couldnt piss your friends off.

AddictedToEndorphins said...

Sorry to hear about your daughters dilemma. Here in Canada I believe servers are paid minimum wage, but they are treated as dispensible. Hopefully she'll be able to stick it out and things will look up soon.

We'll take a bitch-fest anytime Wes. :) Hang tough!

Bob - BlogMYruns.com said...

Bitch on my friend, keeps the mind clear!

Smithposts said...

Hey Wes, sorry about your daughter's situation. The restaurant industry is definitely a tough one. This coupled with a bad economy has caused people to become very expendable!

Makita said...

I 'get you', too!
<< Hugs >>

Joe said...

Good post, Wes...I always appreciate your authenticness.

Hope Jess has landed and is learning some of these tough "life lessons."

Enjoy your weekend!