Before I begin with tonight's blog, I would like to start of by saying thank you. Thank you for reading about all of my crazy rants and thoughts that circle my mind on a daily basis. For those of you new to my blog, go ahead and click on any link to the right of this post in the archives section. I can assure you that you won't be disappointed.
Actually, even if you are a returning viewer, just reread them again. You will probably do one of two things once you click on a link:
1. You will laugh hysterically at everything I write. You will shred tears and your heart may even stop because you can no longer breathe.
2. Fear me. My words are very strong.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Thursday, September 18, 2014
It's All Just Wrong!
Have you ever spent an evening in a restaurant were everything seemed to go wrong? The food was wrong, the waiter was wrong, everything was wrong, wrong, wrong!
Let me tell you all about an incident I had with my friends last Sunday at BJ's Brewery in San Rafael. It was my friend's 21st birthday and to celebrate, we decided to head out to BJ's for some happy hour drinks and appetizers, as well as an actual meal. First, let me take a step back to the phone conversation my friend had with the woman who answered the call to take down our name and reservation.
Woman: Hello, this is BJ's Blah Blah Blah.
Friend: Hi I wanted to make a reservation for tonight at 6:30pm for a party of 9.
Woman: 9? Did you say 9 people?
Friend: Yes, I did.
Woman: *huffs and puffs and sighs* Well.........*long pause*.........That's a lot of people for a dinner reservation. Especially at 630pm.
Friend: Soooooo, do we need to reschedule for a later time tonight?
Woman: Well.............that's just a lot of people. I'm going to need to clear this with my manager first. Hold on.
*5 minutes later*
Woman: Hello? Yeah, We can fit you in at 630pm, but it's going to be a busy night.
Friend: Well...ok. We are still coming.
Woman: Ok, *distasteful tone* see you then. *sighs and hangs up*
Ok, so I think we can all agree that this employee could use a few tips on proper phone etiquette.
Anyways, we blew off her bitchy attitude and went out for the day. As time wore on, we headed out to the brewery to enjoy one another's company while sipping on Wild Berry Mojitos and beer.
Unfortunately, our experience was less than enjoyable. Actually, I am reconsidering ever going to that specific location again.
Our waiter approaches us, only gives us waters for half the table, then disappears for about 15 minutes. Realizing he might be busy, we let him off the hook since we were still trying to decide what happy hour drinks and appetizers we wanted to buy.
As a disclaimer, I was at this restaurant the week before and sat at the exact same table. It was happy hour and even though we were not sitting at the bar, we were still able to order from the happy hour menu. This time, our waiter told us that he couldn't give it to us because we were not at the bar!
What the heck is this nonsense! Why are these employees never on the same page!?
After this waiter consults with his manager, he is cleared to give me the happy hour menus.
We asked to each have separate checks, then proceed to order our drinks and ONE spinach and artichoke dip appetizer. Twenty-five minutes later our drinks arrive and he takes our order for our meals. We go around the table ordering, with two people sharing a meal. Two of us ordered burgers to be cooked medium and one burger had added bacon.
Thirty minutes later, our food arrives. The burgers are cooked so well done that I am pretty sure they set it on fire and forgot about it. Also, the bacon on the burger wasn't cooked! The pig was still oinking!
We held our tongue because service was already slacking. We ate our meal in near silence and when we finished we waited for our dessert menu. Instead, he brought us the check and didn't even ask us about dessert! The only reason I was still there is so I could eat that damn pizooki!
We kindly corrected him, he brought us the menus, we ordered, we ate, then we waited for our separate checks.
Unfortunately, when our waiter came back, he did not have separate checks for us. He did, however, tell us that our ordering was "too" confusing for him. Instead, he had us each write down what we ordered on a piece of paper, then hand the paper back to him. While reviewing the check, we ale discovered that he charged us for regular priced appetizers instead of the happy hour price and continued to claim that this was what we ordered. THEN, this fool spent another 30 minutes attempting to split the checks.
Let me tell you all about an incident I had with my friends last Sunday at BJ's Brewery in San Rafael. It was my friend's 21st birthday and to celebrate, we decided to head out to BJ's for some happy hour drinks and appetizers, as well as an actual meal. First, let me take a step back to the phone conversation my friend had with the woman who answered the call to take down our name and reservation.
Woman: Hello, this is BJ's Blah Blah Blah.
Friend: Hi I wanted to make a reservation for tonight at 6:30pm for a party of 9.
Woman: 9? Did you say 9 people?
Friend: Yes, I did.
Woman: *huffs and puffs and sighs* Well.........*long pause*.........That's a lot of people for a dinner reservation. Especially at 630pm.
Friend: Soooooo, do we need to reschedule for a later time tonight?
Woman: Well.............that's just a lot of people. I'm going to need to clear this with my manager first. Hold on.
*5 minutes later*
Woman: Hello? Yeah, We can fit you in at 630pm, but it's going to be a busy night.
Friend: Well...ok. We are still coming.
Woman: Ok, *distasteful tone* see you then. *sighs and hangs up*
Ok, so I think we can all agree that this employee could use a few tips on proper phone etiquette.
Anyways, we blew off her bitchy attitude and went out for the day. As time wore on, we headed out to the brewery to enjoy one another's company while sipping on Wild Berry Mojitos and beer.
Unfortunately, our experience was less than enjoyable. Actually, I am reconsidering ever going to that specific location again.
Our waiter approaches us, only gives us waters for half the table, then disappears for about 15 minutes. Realizing he might be busy, we let him off the hook since we were still trying to decide what happy hour drinks and appetizers we wanted to buy.
As a disclaimer, I was at this restaurant the week before and sat at the exact same table. It was happy hour and even though we were not sitting at the bar, we were still able to order from the happy hour menu. This time, our waiter told us that he couldn't give it to us because we were not at the bar!
What the heck is this nonsense! Why are these employees never on the same page!?
After this waiter consults with his manager, he is cleared to give me the happy hour menus.
We asked to each have separate checks, then proceed to order our drinks and ONE spinach and artichoke dip appetizer. Twenty-five minutes later our drinks arrive and he takes our order for our meals. We go around the table ordering, with two people sharing a meal. Two of us ordered burgers to be cooked medium and one burger had added bacon.
Thirty minutes later, our food arrives. The burgers are cooked so well done that I am pretty sure they set it on fire and forgot about it. Also, the bacon on the burger wasn't cooked! The pig was still oinking!
We held our tongue because service was already slacking. We ate our meal in near silence and when we finished we waited for our dessert menu. Instead, he brought us the check and didn't even ask us about dessert! The only reason I was still there is so I could eat that damn pizooki!
We kindly corrected him, he brought us the menus, we ordered, we ate, then we waited for our separate checks.
Unfortunately, when our waiter came back, he did not have separate checks for us. He did, however, tell us that our ordering was "too" confusing for him. Instead, he had us each write down what we ordered on a piece of paper, then hand the paper back to him. While reviewing the check, we ale discovered that he charged us for regular priced appetizers instead of the happy hour price and continued to claim that this was what we ordered. THEN, this fool spent another 30 minutes attempting to split the checks.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Highway 37
Day 1: It's 7:45am and I am getting ready to walk out of my house and to my car. It's my last first day of class today and all I can think of is, "Dear Traffic Gods, Please let there be no traffic. Please let me get to class without an urge of flipping people off and have untamed fury raging through my veins."
This was a real thought I had when I stepped into my car and started Precious (my car) up. Misery flooded my brain and heart as I made my way down my street and onto the dreaded Highway 37.
First things first (yes I am the realest), traffic was absolutely horrendous on my first day of school. Every Tom, Dick, and Jane decided that my first day of my senior year of college was also Make-Madison's-Blood-Boil Day.
Never in my life have I seen so many cars on the road at one time, unless it's a holiday. BUT, I guess I did mention that all the people in the world made this a holiday just for me, so in theory, that day was a holiday.
Ok. Let's flash forward to me actually being on Highway 37. There is so much construction throughout the marsh restoration area, for a split second I thought the Traffic Gods were giving me a sign. They were telling me "I know Madison. Traffic is bad today. But soon, it will be better. Soon, there will be two lanes and not one. Soon, you will have limited road rage. Soon, the suffering will be over." I really did think this. Of course, it seemed too good to be true, sooooooo I did some research. It turns out that there will be no second lane when driving from Vallejo to Marin County! My heart sank into the bottom of my stomach as I continued to read about the restoration.
Not only is there going to be ONE lane for what seems like forever, but the restoration people plan to turn all that mess they have going on into a lake-ish thing that "will be open to the public to explore on foot, bicycle or kayak (Read More Here)."
Do these people realize that there is one lane with a barrier protecting people from the only other lane on 37 going in the opposite direction!? How the hell are people going to get over to this new "sanctuary?!"
Ok. Let's say that people do decide they want to check this marsh out once it is complete. I have two problems with this:
1. Traffic is already terrible. Do they realize how much more miserable it will be with folks coming from BOTH directions on 37 at the same time!? Ain't no body got time for that! Especially when I am just trying to get to and from school as quickly and efficiently as possible. You marsh people are ruining my life!
2. I thought the point of there only being one lane in each direction was because the marsh people needed to protect the land/endangered species living there. If so, then why are you creating something that is going to allow people all over the land with their kayaks and their littering? Have you been smoking the ganja!?
In conclusion, the Traffic Gods do not like me very much and the feeling is mutual.
This was a real thought I had when I stepped into my car and started Precious (my car) up. Misery flooded my brain and heart as I made my way down my street and onto the dreaded Highway 37.
First things first (yes I am the realest), traffic was absolutely horrendous on my first day of school. Every Tom, Dick, and Jane decided that my first day of my senior year of college was also Make-Madison's-Blood-Boil Day.
Never in my life have I seen so many cars on the road at one time, unless it's a holiday. BUT, I guess I did mention that all the people in the world made this a holiday just for me, so in theory, that day was a holiday.
Ok. Let's flash forward to me actually being on Highway 37. There is so much construction throughout the marsh restoration area, for a split second I thought the Traffic Gods were giving me a sign. They were telling me "I know Madison. Traffic is bad today. But soon, it will be better. Soon, there will be two lanes and not one. Soon, you will have limited road rage. Soon, the suffering will be over." I really did think this. Of course, it seemed too good to be true, sooooooo I did some research. It turns out that there will be no second lane when driving from Vallejo to Marin County! My heart sank into the bottom of my stomach as I continued to read about the restoration.
Not only is there going to be ONE lane for what seems like forever, but the restoration people plan to turn all that mess they have going on into a lake-ish thing that "will be open to the public to explore on foot, bicycle or kayak (Read More Here)."
Do these people realize that there is one lane with a barrier protecting people from the only other lane on 37 going in the opposite direction!? How the hell are people going to get over to this new "sanctuary?!"
Ok. Let's say that people do decide they want to check this marsh out once it is complete. I have two problems with this:
1. Traffic is already terrible. Do they realize how much more miserable it will be with folks coming from BOTH directions on 37 at the same time!? Ain't no body got time for that! Especially when I am just trying to get to and from school as quickly and efficiently as possible. You marsh people are ruining my life!
2. I thought the point of there only being one lane in each direction was because the marsh people needed to protect the land/endangered species living there. If so, then why are you creating something that is going to allow people all over the land with their kayaks and their littering? Have you been smoking the ganja!?
In conclusion, the Traffic Gods do not like me very much and the feeling is mutual.
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