the manifesto

This is my first announcement. I started this blog so my brothers and sisters can have a place of their own to kvetch, philosophize and share their experiences in this sordid business that pays our bills. I think of it as group therapy, and Gods know we need it. Gods, you say? That's right, because I don't care what religion you are (or aren't) what gender you are or are into or any of that. We are all in this together, a giant fraternity of intelligent individuals who for various reasons don't fit into the 9 to 5 workforce. It can be demeaning to wait on folks and the general lack of respect we endure doesn't help. Some people think they're better than us because we are servers. Some men confuse us females with their girlfriends because of their fucked up views on women, and somewhere there is a gnarly cougar hitting on a waiter young enough to be her son, and he's going along with it because he needs the money. Who is taking advantage of who in this scenario? The answer is: nobody. We all benefit from it, even though it can be less glamorous than sucking the shit out of a port-a-potty sometimes. This is not a place for angry rants. Ok, this is not a place just for angry rants. Those, while cathartic aren't productive. Let us try to learn from experience, and find ways to enjoy the waiting game.You don't have to be a server to relate to this. Retail wage slaves suffer the same kind of idiots as us and they don't even get tips to ease the pain. Just in case you've never seen the Twilight Zone episode that gave my blog its name, here ya go: