I’ve decided that when I log onto Yelp (which isn’t often because it sends me into a deep depression) and something really bothers me, I’m going to write a response. A rebuttal if you will. These Yelp reviews won’t be about me or the restaurant I work at but I will still feel strongly about them. Here is my first one…

I found this lovely yelp review (which isn’t really a review cause it’s not helpful to anyone) while I was looking at the reviews for The Counter in Pasadena. The reviewer doesn’t mention the food or the quality of service, just voices a big fat complaint about how management added gratuity to their party of 7…

“The manager told us that he was sorry, but he had to charge gratuity automatically for parties of eight or more.We were a party of seven.18% auto gratuity for lunch? At a burger bar? That’s excessive, and improper application of your own policy. Way to be jerks to us for no reason!”

Ummmm, You are actually THE reason that establishments add gratuity to large parties. And most places add it to parties of 5 or more. Why does it make a difference if it’s lunch time at a burger bar? The server is doing just as much work as they would at night…in fact they are probably working even harder to keep refilling iced tea for you thirsty assholes! 18% is the going rate for good service. It doesn’t matter if it’s lunch or dinner or a 2am drunken snack at Carrows. They were probably jerks to you because you were being cheap and rude. Act like a jerk and you’ll be treated like a jerk. If you can’t afford to go out to lunch AND pay gratuity then maybe you should eat at your desk. And while you’re at it shed a tear or two for yourself into your microwavable Mac and Cheese. 

damienfahey:

I’ve decided (with a little help from some gals I know) that I’m no longer gonna be that ‘girl you can text at any hour and expect a reply’. So, to all my exes or guys I’ve dated or guys I’ve had one drunken makeout with: don’t text me unless you actually have something to say. Or you genuinely want to know how I’m doing. Or maybe you want to meet for a coffee and chat about life. Or books. Or movies. Just don’t text me at 2 or 3am when you are feeling lonely and need someone to stroke your ego or stroke your…uh…back. I know you get lonely, so do I. And maybe you really do miss me and want to talk about what happened between us after you threw flaming hot marshmallows at me. But, if that’s the case, tell me in person. Hell! You can even send me an email! Just please don’t text me Saturday night saying “hi” or “hi, hi” or “what are you doing tonight?” cause A.) You know I’m working and B.) It’s already 11:30pm and I know you’ve been drinking and C.) That shit fucks with my emotions!

Respectively not yours to text anymore,

Ginger

P.S. Girls- you should keep texting me when you are drunk. xo