Like most people who rely on the service industry as their main source of income, I was intrigued about the Applebee’s-waitress-firing-because-of-bad-tipping-pastor-story. For those of you who don’t know http://now.msn.com/applebees-server-fired-for-posting-customer-receipt-on-reddit?ocid=ansnow11. Intrigue instantly turned to empathy. If you’ve ever been in the service industry, you get it.
I currently bartend at a quaint dive bar with a Cheers-esque atmosphere where the majority of my good tipping patrons are not only quirky regulars, but (I’m only going to say this once, assholes) also some of the best friends I’ve ever had. I wasn’t always so lucky in the industry though.
Before I became a bartender I was a server at a mediocre “Italian” restaurant. Serving is the worst. Waiting tables sucks bags upon bags of cock. If someone offered me a free trip to Mars to wait tables again, I would launch them in front of a slow-moving Daewoo simply because of the suggestion. Why do I still harbor such angst for serving? Because of people like Pastor Alois Bell. I’ve had two customers in the past try to argue the automatic gratuity, it blows! And to leave a holier-than-thou note and a big goose egg just adds insult to injury. Who says they only leave God ten percent!? What does that even mean? Shouldn’t one of the things a pastor should teach be humility? Ok, I’m done ranting, she’s been through enough. I guess the thing that bothers me is she isn’t the first and she definitely won’t be the last. Alas, we all make our own choices as to how we earn a living and as pride swallowing as it can be, bad tipping is a part of the job.
If you’ve been keeping up with the story, you already know Chelsea Welsh has been fired from Applebee’s, which honestly is probably the best thing that ever happened to her. C’mon it’s fucking Applebee’s. If there was a playground and all the cheesy chain-restaurants were playing kickball, it would be the last one picked…and then shoved into a locker by Bennigan’s. Speaking of playground immaturity, it probably wasn’t the best idea to put Bell’s receipt on the internet for all to see.
What Bell wrote on the receipt was ridiculous, yes, but there are better ways to direct your anger, Welsh. My coworkers and I used to get hamboned on cherry bombs and take turns swapping war stories from the night. By morning everything you were angry about dissolved (due to the hangover) and it was a brand new day. I guess what I’m trying to say is this story has a lack of tact on both sides. I’m really happy I don’t wait tables anymore and am doing things to better my career, (like writing this blog! Waka waka!) because people are dicks. We all have to deal with them, but hopefully I won’t have to wait on them for much longer.
On a side note, I’m well aware this has nothing to do with indie films. Just felt like writing about this. Have a lovely weekend all!