We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Well, I do not read the NYT, being from Texas and such. But there was one really interesting article about my biggest pet peeves with waiters.
I saved a copy of this for future reference. We eat out, my wife and I, a lot. (less than we used to, still more than we should) And even when I have the wait staff from h3ll, I blame poor management. I have had more than one awkward discourse with a floor manager over poor service and now I have something I can give them and say "READ".
My friends and family have urged me for years to open a restaurant and utilize my cooking hobby, I considered it, and ultimately decided not to do so (for purely selfish reasons: I really do not want to work that hard. A restaurant is the owners LIFE!). But in one of my musing moments (after another one of those "HI! I'm Tiffany! I will be your server this evening!" and the ubiquitous "No problem" answer to requests or even simple thank yous. Purely a midwestern pet peeve) I thought about wait staff training. The URLs are links to an individual who put to the blog a list of 100 things a waiter should not do.
Darnit, I didn't make a photocopy, but we got and returned the census form already and I could have sworn it asked if we were citizens because that was one of the issues I was up in arms about and I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was asked. I think.
I did not answer the question about race/ethnicity, so they called me. I refused to answer the caller, telling her that we are all post-racial now, aren't we? and she did not press me on it.
class factotum ,,, according to our Constitution, that much battered and frequently ignored basic document, when the census takers come around, all you are required to do is tell them how many people live in your house. That's it. No SS numbers, no charge account numbers, no income tax data, you don't have to tell them how many bathrooms your house has, how many relatives you have, how big your TV set is, or even how old you are. Somehow, in the ensuing years since the first census was taken, the government decided it had the right to ask impertinent questions about you, your life, your family. "To fill out their records," or some such tawdry excuse. That's rubbish.
Let me assure you, you do not want to give strangers access to your private information. Heaven knows what they'll do with it. The mind boggles, but it's all bad. I don't even plan to let them in the house. Our covered front porch is good enough.
These days, strangers, however well-spoken, have to be presumed to be hostile.
Marianne, who's a little cranky, and grieved about our Ft. Hood soldiers....