America,
I am in the business of people. By that I mean, as an "actor/writer/blahblahblah" to know people is my job.
As a human on the planet, to understand people is my duty. Why? Because I have elected to be someone who gives a shit. And that comes with a price. And that price is respect, consideration, empathy, and understanding. I meet all people with inherent respect and the belief that they should be understood. I follow that path until I am proven otherwise.
AND FOR THE RECORD, I do no think it is so hard to like our peers, if we all take a second to pay attention to one another.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T THINK IS ACCEPTABLE???? These things:
I work in the service industry. And I see some unsightly things. Just last week:
"3.30 for a coke from Mexico? NO, that's too much. I won't pay that. We give them too much money already."
--HM. Yes, we do. In the Disneyland of your retarded mind. I am supposed to welcome you and say that you should sit in this restaurant for as long as you like, but you know what, ASSHOLE? Your closed-minded, rude ideals are not welcome here. What I think you should do is go the fuck somewhere else where it acceptable to say such hateful things so openly. This place for lovers is CLEARLY not for you.
AND when you, person, who doesn't eat out very often, asks the price of something and then looks me in the eye and says "No, that doesn't seem like a fair price. I would NEVER pay that". Well, then perhaps you are better suited eating at another establishment, where price reflects quality, and that quality is significantly lower than what we will agree to serve here. We are not gouging you with prices just to get our rocks off. We are buying the best ingredients possible, and we are trying our damnedest to make a marginal profit off of it. You want shitty food, go pay for it someplace where your bill reflects the quality of goods. Want poop? Eat poop. Want quality meat? Eat this meat.
ON THAT NOTE: Are you vegan? Gluten free? Lactose intloerant? Allergic to peanuts? Don't come to this restaurant. Don't be angry when you do come and there aren't enough choices to accommodate your discerning character slash diet. The people designing this restaurant and menu did not have your single best interest in mind. CLEARLY. They had a vision. Just like the people who make a pizza place think about pizza. The vision of this restaurant is WHAT IT IS. You don't go to a pizza place and ask for a pot pie, so coming to where I work and getting angry that we don't have your dietary options is as retarded. This restaurantis a specific place. AS IN ALL RESTAURANTS, it has a vision. If you don't like it, GOSOMEWHREELSE>>> Be a grown up. Do not complain like a baby.
And you know what you can say when someone graciously helps you out? You can say thank you. Because you know what? If you didn't want the experience of eating out, YOU COULD EAT AT HOME. Clearly you have the resources to do so. Otherwise you would not be here in the first place. People who have no resources are sitting on the corners of out cities, neglected. Not you.
And you know what else you can do, while I'm at it? You can leave a goddamned tip. If you can AFFORD TO EAT OUT, you can afford to show those of us in the industry some respect. That's right, I said it. In some states, we don't get paid an hourly wage at all. We live entirely off of tips. In other states, like Washington, we DO get paid something. It is minimum wage. It is NOT a livable wage. And while I don't want to complain, seeing as I DID choose this for myself (being an artist and all) I think it is a fairly implied rule that when you are going out to eat, you take care of the people that take care of you. Or, you fairly decide not to pay for anyone's time and you eat at home. This is not McDonalds.
If you don't want to do that no one is putting a gun to your head to cook something for yourself. That act is rewarding and I suggest it to everyone. I would also suggest that to an asshole on a tight budget, the grocery store around the corner makes pre-made sandwiches and salads. It is never going to be the quality and experience of where I work, but then, maybe that's not what you want. Clearly.
AND ON A FINAL NOTE, all of you people with shitty babies: stay home. Go to Olive Garden. Go to Red Robin. Don't think your kid is shitty? You're probably wrong. Your kid, if they ever scream and cry in public like a mad man, is shitty. You are truly the shitty one (SEE PREVIOUS POSTS ABOUT SHITTY PARENTING) because you set the precedent for that behavior. You do it in your attention and you do it in your neglect. Our restaurant is not the place for your kid to ruin everyone else's time while you socialize with friends. It is a place for EVERYONE to enjoy themselves. The sad reality is most people don't give a shit about the long week you've had. They just don't want to be bothered by your terrible children while they try to enjoy breakfast. And they outweigh you in numbers as well as good choice making. SO, have the decency to stay home, or practice present parenting when you are in this restaurant. Just out of respect.
Those of you that have wonderful families, you are vital to our community and I thank you for your attentive parenting. Please come ANY ANY ANY time. Also, I am available to cool-baby-sit. Future humans of our world need considerate people like you to guide them, and I would like to foster that growth.
I just. I just do not accept the rudeness. I do not accept the ignorance. I do not accept the disrespect. And I think it is possible for us to live better together.
If I am wrong, consider this my letter of intent to start a commune. I do not accept the shitty haters.
Mama
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