Posted on 07/06/2024 10:00:58 PM PDT by where's_the_Outrage?
This month marks 11 years of working in New York's service industry. It's changed a lot.
As an Irish lad, I grew up on Cheers and in my first gig in New York, I found my solace at Molly Pitcher's Ale House—a popular joint where the regulars could have been characters on that show.
Now, Molly Pitcher's is no more, Cheers is no more, and the characters are no more.
In my first gig, a month in, I had learned that the bar corner seat was Rosie's, an 80-something iconic regular.
When Rosie entered, she imperiously claimed her throne and those already occupying it immediately yielded. No questions asked. I have no doubt that this unwritten rule wouldn't be respected today.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar, as George Ball once said, and hands up, it is customary for thirty-somethings to point out that their heyday was much better (it was). But I can't help but feel, having by now served thousands, that the public house is different, not for the better, and you, the customer, are in fact ruining the sacred space of the bar.
I simply wish to tell you, the patron, on behalf of all New York service industry employees: You. Look. Ridiculous.
Off the back of the pandemic dining protocols, change occurred. Everything has been done or is expected to be done for the patron.
This, coupled with mass phone addiction and its anti-social ramifications, has created a sick baby of over-reliance on the worker and over-convenience for the patron.
But we, the service industry employees, are not an app, a button you press, and shazam, it's done. We're people, treat us as such. The public house is just that: Public.
(Excerpt) Read more at msn.com ...
At my mother’s house all electronics are gathered at the door, placed in a basket, and returned when you leave.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are very nice.
In summer of ‘69 my mother dropped my brother and I off at a teacher friend of her’s apt for the day. It was a brownstone in NYC in a residential area of similar buildings. Her apt was on about the 10th floor, overlooking a busy street. It faced similar buildings across the way.
The teacher was heading out for the day and we asked if she had any records. Iron Butterfly Inagodadavida was all she had. It was our favorite record at the time. We opened all the windows and let it rock for hours.
We hunted Western Ontario for bear with out Plott Hounds back in the 70’s and 80’s...We stayed at Vermilion Bay...
We hunted Western Ontario for bear with out Plott Hounds back in the 70’s and 80’s...We stayed at Vermilion Bay...
We hunted Western Ontario for bear with out Plott Hounds back in the 70’s and 80’s...We stayed at Vermilion Bay...
Sometimes when my frau and I go out for dinner we will be on our phones, reading a book or catching up. Depends on what we were doing before. If we were walking or doing chores around the house together we were talking then and now are just checking in. OTOH if we have been doing separate things all day we will talk over dinner.
DO NOT GO ‘OUT INTO THE COUNTRY” where bars are MYSTICAL.
Our fly in fishing trips were out of Red Lake. On an occasion we would see a moose or bear on the road on the way up to Red Lake. If memory servers me correctly bear and moose season was in the fall..
Back then, bear season was spring in Western Ontario and fall in Eastern Ontario...In the fall, we would go to Haliburton in the east...
From the internet:
From the start of May to the middle of June, the spring bear hunt offers you a chance to hunt bears exiting their winter slumber. From the middle of August through to the end of October the fall bear hunt allows you a chance at bears fattening up for the winter season.
Sorry about the three posts...
Last time I was in Boston I visited both the Cheers bars, was not impressed.
“Our society does not do community.”
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Nor comity.
Made me laugh. Remember the ol joke, "Oh you're an actor? Where do you wait tables?"
I got my first real six-string.... :)
The same can be said for musicians, or anybody in a creative pursuit, other than Hunter Biden.
I think Hunter moved on from his artistic stage to a Oval Office 'advisor.'
Be thankful they were quiet.
To Mr. Grumpy Public Service Guy, do your job and take some pride in doing it well. If the restroom line is long, then tell the owner to put in more stalls. When there is a sign in the restroom for employees to wash their hands, then your hands carrying drinks are just as gross as any customers’ phones. How many times are you on your phone between orders and do you bother cleaning it or your hands between texting your bf? I’d prefer you don’t drip you nasty gross germy sweat into my glass. The health inspector will shut you down for that.
If you leave the front door unlocked, it is your own fault when potential customers enter. Stop whining if you haven’t taken 5 minutes to make a sign for the dog section.
I do look you in the eye, especially when you’re coming onto my husband. Take a clue, he doesn’t swing that way if I’m sitting with him. Back off, freak.
What a big drama queen. I had to quit mid whine fest with this guy. He needs another job. The owner should send him out into traffic for losing customers.
On a side note, my opinion is bears are just big squirrels with a higher IQ.
Facebook has ended many friendships or rather passing acquaintances. Thankfully, I don’t do FB or any of these.
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