My feet are cold.
So instead of a Fannish Post Of Doom or a huge dump of pictures and rambling, I thought I'd give you a regular old LJ update with, you know, actual news about my life. Shocker, I know.
Let's just start by saying that if I ever find out that ANY of you do ANY of the following, I will officially be ready to gut you with this here steak knife. No lie.
A) Come into a restaurant 20 minutes before it closes.
B) Not leave a restaurant as quickly as you can after the doors are locked.
C) Run up a bill over $100 and then leave a $10 tip.
D) Fake finding a hair in your food so that you get it free - then leave a crappy tip.
I had people do EACH ONE OF THOSE TO ME tonight, though not all the same table. And Christ, folks, fucking learn how to tip. If you don't know, I'm telling you now: 10% of the total and double it. NOT. HARD. I mean it, unless your server like, spits in your food in front of you or does something else otherwise unspeakable and cruel or just downright moronic, please tip 20% as a minimum. Serving is a very hard job and unless you are lucky enough to live in one of maybe 4 states in the USA, your server makes an hourly "wage" of somewhere between $2 and $3 - and almost all of that will be taken by taxes. I recently got a two-week paycheck for working like, 85 hours. It was less than $70. When I worked at my last job, I was lucky if my two-week paycheck climbed above $10. We "raised" the minimum wage in November. Boo yah.
And if ANY of you quote me that fucking bullshit from Steve Buscemi's character in "Reservoir Dogs," I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU. Quickest way to get me to foam at the mouth is to watch that scene in that movie.
*climbs off soapbox*
Am still plowing my way through Final Fantasy 12. It's awesome. I have nothing much to say on this subject except that Ashe is a bit of a frigid bitch and I'm kind of sad there isn't more of an emphasis on some kind of romance, but I love all the characters and I'm really enjoying myself. I'm still working on the two books of short stories I got for Christmas, "Fragile Things" by Neil Gaiman and "Everything's Eventual" by Stephen King. I think I like King's short stories better than his novels, but then "It" just drove me batty towards the end there - everything else about the book was great.
Now I'm sore, tired, and I have to get up tomorrow morning to take my younger brother to class and go down to check out the bridesmaids dresses my brother's fiancée wants me to try on. Guys, my brother is getting married. The world might well end. I remember watching this person shove Legos up his nose. WHAT THE HELL.
Anyway, I've run out of things to say and I need to go to bed. Have a good night, all! ♥
Let's just start by saying that if I ever find out that ANY of you do ANY of the following, I will officially be ready to gut you with this here steak knife. No lie.
A) Come into a restaurant 20 minutes before it closes.
B) Not leave a restaurant as quickly as you can after the doors are locked.
C) Run up a bill over $100 and then leave a $10 tip.
D) Fake finding a hair in your food so that you get it free - then leave a crappy tip.
I had people do EACH ONE OF THOSE TO ME tonight, though not all the same table. And Christ, folks, fucking learn how to tip. If you don't know, I'm telling you now: 10% of the total and double it. NOT. HARD. I mean it, unless your server like, spits in your food in front of you or does something else otherwise unspeakable and cruel or just downright moronic, please tip 20% as a minimum. Serving is a very hard job and unless you are lucky enough to live in one of maybe 4 states in the USA, your server makes an hourly "wage" of somewhere between $2 and $3 - and almost all of that will be taken by taxes. I recently got a two-week paycheck for working like, 85 hours. It was less than $70. When I worked at my last job, I was lucky if my two-week paycheck climbed above $10. We "raised" the minimum wage in November. Boo yah.
And if ANY of you quote me that fucking bullshit from Steve Buscemi's character in "Reservoir Dogs," I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU. Quickest way to get me to foam at the mouth is to watch that scene in that movie.
*climbs off soapbox*
Am still plowing my way through Final Fantasy 12. It's awesome. I have nothing much to say on this subject except that Ashe is a bit of a frigid bitch and I'm kind of sad there isn't more of an emphasis on some kind of romance, but I love all the characters and I'm really enjoying myself. I'm still working on the two books of short stories I got for Christmas, "Fragile Things" by Neil Gaiman and "Everything's Eventual" by Stephen King. I think I like King's short stories better than his novels, but then "It" just drove me batty towards the end there - everything else about the book was great.
Now I'm sore, tired, and I have to get up tomorrow morning to take my younger brother to class and go down to check out the bridesmaids dresses my brother's fiancée wants me to try on. Guys, my brother is getting married. The world might well end. I remember watching this person shove Legos up his nose. WHAT THE HELL.
Anyway, I've run out of things to say and I need to go to bed. Have a good night, all! ♥