Diary of The Food Whore: People.

People.

February 28, 2007

I am really starting to get annoyed with the fact that my schedule is keeping me from the important things in my life. Things like people watching at the movie theater, and blogging...

And today as I sit here I am exhausted - utterly exhausted. Not physically, but mentally. And when you are behind the 8-ball mentally to start, having the exhaustion thing is just dangerous.

The Restaurant has been insanely busy. Which is such a huge blessing. We've had a couple nights of line-ups again, but thankfully no phone calls complaining about the line-ups. I did get a complaint that our portions were too big, and seemingly impossible to eat at one sitting. It is starting to become clear to me that I need to change the entire focus of The Restaurant. I need to cut portions, refuse patrons when busy, replace the menu with suggestion boxes at each table, and put a jungle gym in the center of the dining room so that when a 14-top walks in the door - sans reservations or calling ahead - and decided they will split up by putting all the children at one table, and all the adults 4 tables over, it will give the kids something to do rather than tossing lettuce at one another...and ultimately all over the floor.

But then, its not just us. There seems to be an overall theme of really insane behavior.

I was at The Flower Shop the other day ordering fresh flowers when a customer came in to complain. Apparently the day before an arrangement had gone out for delivery but they were not home to receive it. So a card was left, and a phone message was left, saying "We were here, please call us for a convenient time to deliver." So this lady came storming into the flower shop ranting about the fact that she cannot wait all day for a flower delivery, and all she did was go out to the bank, and why could they just not have driven around or waited in her driveway for her return. She then went on to state that she knew the flowers were from her Veterinarian - he was sending them and a kind gesture for the passing of her cat. But now because the flower shop was too inconsiderate to wait for someone to get home she has had to delay her mourning of said cat for one entire day. And now her week was ruined because everything had to be delayed a day.

I tried to busy myself with other things as not to indicate I was sticking by the counter merely to watch this all play out, and I had to turn my head to hide the giggles that were bubbling on the surface. When she left, I could no longer contain them. The Flower Shop Owner - also my friend - looked and me and said, "What in the Holy Hell is going on in this world?"

"I have no idea", I said. "But it has become clear to me that I am not the source of so much angst for people, clearly you are out there ruining lives as well."

Good times all around people - good times all around...

Posted by Foodwhore at February 28, 2007 02:26 PM

Ever heard of the saying "Misery loves company"?

Some people thrive on being miserable and complaining all the time. If there is nothing to bitch about....start bitching about the good things in life. Good Grief.

Posted by: Carmen at February 28, 2007 02:55 PM

Thank you FW for a good laugh:

"But it has become clear to me that I am not the source of so much angst for people, clearly you are out there ruining lives as well."

How lovely for you knowing you have help in the "ruining lives" dept.

I swear people ARE nuts and you and your friend are SERIOUSLY SANE.

Posted by: LisaInCT at February 28, 2007 03:13 PM

i work at a flower shop, and a customer called in for flowers to be delivered in Europe. she was upset
that the friend didn't get till the next day. she never considered the time change, so when we went to explain this to her and she wouldn't give up that we were in the wrong. and would never shop in our store again, thank god.

Posted by: cathleen at February 28, 2007 04:40 PM

LOL! People are strange. I swear they have to have SOMETHING to complain about.

Posted by: Jennifer at February 28, 2007 08:18 PM

I like the people who complain about the really random things. They make for entertainment. We had someone order "VERY SPECIFIC SUBSTITUTIONS" because of her family's "VERY SPECIFIC DIET" (she managed to say everything at the top of her lungs). The waitres verified the order twice, then when the manager saw all the weird changes HE went out to the table to verify them. Everyone went over the food twice to make sure it was right and the lady went crazy screaming that everything was wrong. I found this amusing as I was neither the server nor the manager trying to help her.

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