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With Bated Breath: Nightmare Hippie Girl

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Nov 7, 2007. What is a 'hippie'? She's a magical, sparklin tease. Shes a rainbow chokin the breeze. She's cooking salad for breakfast. Shes got tofu the size of texas. She's playin footsie in another dimension. Shes a goddess milking her time for all that its worth.". A usually young person who rejects the mores of established society (as by dressing unconventionally or favoring communal living) and advocates a nonviolent ethic. Blogger of The Insane Waiter. In his post, Effin Hippies. What I do know is ...

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Waitress Stories: July 2009

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Every waitress or "food server" knows that our job is not easy, but do the customers? After WAY TOO many years of waiting tables, I finally decided to share some of the unbelievable experiences that I've had. This board is an open venting ground for waitresses, servers, and anyone else in the food service industry. Thursday, July 16, 2009. So last night, I got into an interesting conversation with one of my co workers. Yeah, really toning that down - I know). Yep we were busy that night! Remember how man...

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With Bated Breath: "Hyperculture"

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Oct 11, 2007. No man in a hurry is quite civilized.". I had the privilege, many years ago, of studying under Dr. Stephen Bertman. Now retired Professor of Classical and Modern Languages, Literatures, and Civilizations. Dr. Bertman possessed an amazing ability to imbue his students with his deep passion for the Classics. Proposing that we live in a "nowist culture," in his book, Hyperculture: The Human Cost of Speed. This is an extraordinarily interesting book, and a read I highly recommend. In our societ...

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With Bated Breath: Customary & Appreciated

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Nov 20, 2007. I've done a fair job, I think, of avoiding the whining-waitress cliché for nearly three months. This post however, is. After spending fourteen hours at school, a few of them quite pleasurably, within myself I found not an iota of energy, or desire to bus it home. Lazy me, I opted to spend the extra nine dollars on a cab. I share with you this anecdote because I desire to demonstrate that there are times when the absence of a tip is an honest oversight. Because this is what I've chosen?

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Waitress Stories: December 2008

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Every waitress or "food server" knows that our job is not easy, but do the customers? After WAY TOO many years of waiting tables, I finally decided to share some of the unbelievable experiences that I've had. This board is an open venting ground for waitresses, servers, and anyone else in the food service industry. Tuesday, December 2, 2008. We're All Facing "Difficult Economic Times". Um, Yeah - I noticed. I tried to explain that to my mortgage company, but they didn't really seem to care. Ok - so it's ...

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With Bated Breath: D & D Destiny

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Oct 13, 2007. D and D Destiny. Hmm, an interesting weekend for me. Yourself? Are you familiar with the term 'Chew and Screw'? My employers have created a brilliantly democratic means of dealing with customers who pull the ol' dine and dash. At the close of each shift, every employee contributes a dollar to what we refer to as the "D and D Fund." In this way, if I get stiffed, I don't get stiffed. Know what I mean? There goes my tip. There goes $125 to the pub. Have you read what I have to say about Karma.

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With Bated Breath: Gestalt Aprons

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Nov 10, 2007. This evening I spent, possibly, the better part of an hour untangling forty-some-odd aprons. After being washed they had been tossed, as a single load, into the dryer and forgotten by a co-worker this afternoon. To my female readers, I propose that this may be analogous to attempting to wash forty bras as a single load, and then attempting to discern where one begins and another ends. To may male readers: Ever tried to wash forty bras? Puzzles are for solving. Perhaps I may if I take the ti...

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With Bated Breath: Weary Memories

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Nov 16, 2007. Iron and Wine - Weary Memory. Have you ever felt weary with memories? Not merely inundated by, but weary with? Last week, sitting within a café which had once been the sole source of my income, I became weary. Worn by a reaffirmation of how arbitrarily lives are defined. Reminiscing over stranger-ground beans, my internal monologue ran as such:. Does one randomly return to the office of once upon a time, and contemplate the course of one's life while sipping filtered water from a Dixie cup?

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With Bated Breath: Harvesting Love

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Oct 6, 2007. The risk it takes to remain tight inside the bud is more painful than the risk it takes to blossom. —Anais Nin. Do you do the post-holiday boozin'? This evening I served a friendly, but wiped-looking couple. After a couple of drinks and some appetizers, with me, they shared the source of their worn eyes. They'd hosted Thanksgiving dinner for their grown children, and their grandchildren, earlier in the evening. They showed up in my section ready for 'Us Time'. A month and a half later I move...

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With Bated Breath: Synchronicity

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Nov 24, 2007. 8220;Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.”. I was once interviewed for a server's position by a young woman, who should not have been conducting interviews. At the time I did not know that her managerial role was to be nominal in the absence of the regular manager, who had taken a two-week hiatus in the Caribbean. Regardless, I was hired because on my resume I listed Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist. More than we understand It.