Things that make me happy lately

I think my last post got a little too much about finances and how they were making me happy.  Well there are things besides money that make me happy.  This is a nice stream of consciousness list.


Blues Traveler:  This always makes me happy.  Some of the greatest moments in my life were at BT shows.  For those who have seen Citizen Kane if I ever have a rosebud moment at my death it will probably be the name of a BT song thinking back at a show.


Love Monkey: I loved ED and Tom Cavanaugh may actually be my favorite actor right now.  The guy is a strange mix of John Cusack and John Favreau.  The show was canceled, but VH1 brought it back to at least play the rest of the season.  One of the highlights of my week.


Teddy Geiger: Yeah not really my style of music at all.  He is the character central to a subplot in Love Monkey.  For you I will (confidence) is a really kick ass song for being so anti kick ass.


The New Job: Yeah still kicking ass.  Started server training today.  They pretty much showed me how to ring and order then my trainer just let me take tables in rotation.  Really beats following around some 18 year old girl who had been waiting tables for three months (had to do that before).  Won tickets to the Royals game friday that the manager was giving out from a big block for a bunch of people at work.  Should be fun.  Assuming I pass my tests I start on the floor Friday.


King of Cars:  I’m getting hooked.  I want to go sell cars.  I think I would be a kickass car salesman.  Hell I sold a freaking half million dollars in hotel rooms in one day.  Don’t think I will be intimidated by the product.  The hours suck though.  I guess I will stick to glasses of wine.


Talk Radio:  I have been listening to constant talk radio.  It is good to engage your mind throughout the day.  I miss O&A.


Opie and Anthony:  I have been listening to these guys since I lived in CA.  Then the got cancelled for pulling off a stunt where a couple had sex in a catholic church on a high holy day.  Doh.  I got Sirius when I thought they were going there.  I got it yanked out and XM installed when they went there.  I got it disconnected when I was losing my license.  Soon I will have it back though and in the mean time I got www.oavirus.com Thousands of hours of O&A broken up by bit.


My Cousins: I got to hang out with my cousins this weekend.  They are so cool.  I really wouldn’t mind having some kids of my own.  I just kinda think it would be good to find the mother first.  I know alot of people who did it the other way around and it didn’t work out well.  So far my search hasn’t been particuarly successful, but that doesn’t lead to a change in strategy.


This is definately a limited list, but I am certainly grateful for these and many other things.

The New Job

I started the new job yesterday and it seems to be going pretty well.  I’m kinda digging the service style and atmosphere.  The thing I really noticed on my first shift is that I didn’t see the first sign of workplace drama.  This makes me happy.  I also think that since the staff is older I will fit in just a little bit better.  After working last night and today the money seems to be pretty absurd and everyone keeps assuring me that this is the slow time of the year.  This makes me even more happy.


I was a bit worried when I started about having to start out as a server assistant.  It’s not the ego issue of it (ok maybe a little) but more the fear that I would end up stuck there making far less than I deserved.  I got told yesterday that I would do one week of training as an assistant and then start my server training next week.  This means I will be on the floor for the end of prom season, graduation, and mothers day.  Again, very happy camper.  Even the non smoking thing doesn’t seem to suck too bad.  The orange flavored nicorette gum is actually pretty tasty.


I guess what makes me happiest is that even in training I have been getting a little bit of tip out kicked back.  Not a huge amount by any means, but it is cashflow.  I hate/detest/despise being broke more than anything.  I was really close to having to hit up the folks for money, but the last couple days tip out has been enough to buy rooster boosters, smokes, and even treat myself to Mc Donalds.  After finally shelling out a few grand in the last few months for court, taxes, car tags, my savings was wiped.  Just the ability to go buy a coke and a candy bar is a refreshing change.  Pretty soon it will start shifting back to normal Dave spending patterns (eating out every meal, $200 dates, strip club visits that get terribly out of hand) but for now a frozen slushee at QT is a pretty good feeling.  When I quit drinking I had to throw some variety into my beverage consumption.  I think I have found the perfect mix with 3/8 Rooster Booster, 1/8 white cherry, 2/8 rooster booster, 2/8 green apple.  Yummy


Speaking of which I think I will go get one now.   

Interesting article


By Del Jones, USA TODAY Fri Apr 14, 7:57 AM ET



Office Depot CEO Steve Odland remembers like it was yesterday working in an upscale French restaurant in Denver.


The purple sorbet in cut glass he was serving tumbled onto the expensive white gown of an obviously rich and important woman. “I watched in slow motion ruining her dress for the evening,” Odland says. “I thought I would be shot on sight.”



Thirty years have passed, but Odland can’t get the stain out of his mind, nor the woman’s kind reaction. She was startled, regained composure and, in a reassuring voice, told the teenage Odland, “It’s OK. It wasn’t your fault.” When she left the restaurant, she also left the future Fortune 500 CEO with a life lesson: You can tell a lot about a person by the way he or she treats the waiter.



Odland isn’t the only CEO to have made this discovery. Rather, it seems to be one of those rare laws of the land that every CEO learns on the way up. It’s hard to get a dozen CEOs to agree about anything, but all interviewed agree with the Waiter Rule.



They acknowledge that CEOs live in a Lake Wobegon world where every dinner or lunch partner is above average in their deference. How others treat the CEO says nothing, they say. But how others treat the waiter is like a magical window into the soul.



And beware of anyone who pulls out the power card to say something like, “I could buy this place and fire you,” or “I know the owner and I could have you fired.” Those who say such things have revealed more about their character than about their wealth and power.



Whoever came up with the waiter observation “is bang spot on,” says BMW North America President Tom Purves, a native of Scotland, a citizen of the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland, who lives in New York City with his Norwegian wife, Hilde, and works for a German company. That makes him qualified to speak on different cultures, and he says the waiter theory is true everywhere.



The CEO who came up with it, or at least first wrote it down, is Raytheon CEO Bill Swanson. He wrote a booklet of 33 short leadership observations called Swanson’s Unwritten Rules of Management. Raytheon has given away 250,000 of the books.



Among those 33 rules is only one that Swanson says never fails: “A person who is nice to you but rude to the waiter, or to others, is not a nice person.”



Swanson says he first noticed this in the 1970s when he was eating with a man who became “absolutely obnoxious” to a waiter because the restaurant did not stock a particular wine.



“Watch out for people who have a situational value system, who can turn the charm on and off depending on the status of the person they are interacting with,” Swanson writes. “Be especially wary of those who are rude to people perceived to be in subordinate roles.”



The Waiter Rule also applies to the way people treat hotel maids, mailroom clerks, bellmen and security guards. Au Bon Pain co-founder Ron Shaich, now CEO of Panera Bread, says he was interviewing a candidate for general counsel in St. Louis. She was “sweet” to Shaich but turned “amazingly rude” to someone cleaning the tables, Shaich says. She didn’t get the job.



Shaich says any time candidates are being considered for executive positions at Panera Bread, he asks his assistant, Laura Parisi, how they treated her, because some applicants are “pushy, self-absorbed and rude” to her before she transfers the call to him.



Just about every CEO has a waiter story to tell. Dave Gould, CEO of Witness Systems, experienced the rule firsthand when a waitress dumped a full glass of red wine on the expensive suit of another CEO during a contract negotiation. The victim CEO put her at ease with a joke about not having had time to shower that morning. A few days later, when there was an apparent impasse during negotiations, Gould trusted that CEO to have the character to work out any differences.



CEOs who blow up at waiters have an ego out of control, Gould says. “They’re saying, ‘I’m better. I’m smarter.’ Those people tend not to be collaborative.”



“To some people, speaking in a condescending manner makes them feel important, which to me is a total turnoff,” says Seymour Holtzman, chairman of Casual Male Retail Group, which operates big-and-tall men’s clothing stores including Casual Male XL.



How people were raised



Such behavior is an accurate predictor of character because it isn’t easily learned or unlearned but rather speaks to how people were raised, says Siki Giunta, CEO of U.S. technology company Managed Objects, a native of Rome who once worked as a London bartender.


More recently, she had a boss who would not speak directly to the waiter but would tell his assistant what he wanted to eat, and the assistant would tell the waiter in a comical three-way display of pomposity. What did Giunta learn about his character? “That he was demanding and could not function well without a lot of hand-holding from his support system,” she said.


It’s somewhat telling, Giunta says, that the more elegant the restaurant, the more distant and invisible the wait staff is. As if the more important the customer, the less the wait staff matters. People view waiters as their temporary personal employees. Therefore, how executives treat waiters probably demonstrates how they treat their actual employees, says Sara Lee CEO Brenda Barnes, a former waitress and postal clerk, who says she is a demanding boss but never shouts at or demeans an employee.


“Sitting in the chair of CEO makes me no better of a person than the forklift operator in our plant,” she says. “If you treat the waiter, or a subordinate, like garbage, guess what? Are they going to give it their all? I don’t think so.”


CEOs aren’t the only ones who have discovered the Waiter Rule. A November survey of 2,500 by It’s Just Lunch, a dating service for professionals, found that being rude to waiters ranks No. 1 as the worst in dining etiquette, at 52%, way ahead of blowing your nose at the table, at 35%.


Waiters say that early in a relationship, women will pull them aside to see how much their dates tipped, to get a read on their frugality and other tendencies. They are increasingly discussing boorish behavior by important customers at www.waiterrant.net and other blogs. They don’t seem to mind the demanding customer, such as those who want meals prepared differently because of high blood pressure. But they have contempt for the arrogant customer.


Rule works with celebrities, too


The Waiter Rule also applies to celebrities, says Jimmy Rosemond, CEO of agency Czar Entertainment, who has brokered deals for Mike Tyson, Mario Winans and Guerilla Black. Rosemond declines to name names, but he remembers one dinner episode in Houston a few years back with a rude divisional president of a major music company.


When dinner was over, Rosemond felt compelled to apologize to the waiter on the way out. “I said, ‘Please forgive my friend for acting like that.’ It’s embarrassing. They go into rages for simple mistakes like forgetting an order.”


Rosemond says that particular music executive also treated his assistants and interns poorly – and was eventually fired.


Odland says he saw all types of people 30 years ago as a busboy. “People treated me wonderfully and others treated me like dirt. There were a lot of ugly people. I didn’t have the money or the CEO title at the time, but I had the same intelligence and raw ability as I have today.


“Why would people treat me differently? Your value system and ethics need to be constant at all times regardless of who you are dealing with.”


Holtzman grew up in the coal-mining town of Wilkes-Barre, Pa., and in the 1950s saw opportunity as a waiter 90 miles away in the Catskill Mountains, where customers did not tip until the end of the week. When they tipped poorly, he would say: “Sir, will you and your wife be tipping separately?”


“I saw a lot of character, or the lack thereof,” says Holtzman, who says he can still carry three dishes in his right hand and two in his left.


“But for some twist of fate in life, they’re the waiter and you’re the one being waited on,” Barnes says.

Second update of the day, Damn I’m bored

So down below is another update.  I recommend all my loyal readers (all five of you) read both.


I was initially going to leave this story as a comment for someone.  I thought though that if there is much I have learned about life and that is truly what i hope to document here, this is probably a story i should share.  It’s a tough story to share, but it is a good message for all.  Most of my friends don’t know this story and I’m not sure any of my family does.


My grandmother was definately one of the most influential people in my life.  Not sure quite how to express this topic, but sufficent to say coming up on the fifth anniversary of her death, I still miss her everyday.


She had been sick for a while.  A smoker (yeah i know) she had a variety of lung ailments and while mentally sharp she was physically deteriorating.  Before she died I was living in California.  I had come home to visit and went to see her right before I left.  We talked, I always had the best times just sitting and talking to her.  As I was leaving she gave me a very long hug.  Crying she told me, “I always want you to remember, life never gives you more than you can handle.”  I walked away that day feeling different.  I knew she was sick, but you never think it will be the last time you see someone you love, but she already knew.


When I got back to CA there was a message from my sis.  I saw it on the caller ID and didn’t bother returning her call.  I figured she just wanted to make sure I got home OK.  It had been a long day i decided to return the call in the morning.  She called back and told me that my grandma had gone off her medicine uped her pain medication and would not last much longer.  I was angry at first that she had done this the night I left.  Why not tell me so I could stay with her?  I was told she wanted me to go back to CA.  That I didn’t need to be there for it.  She had seen me and got to visit before she moved on.  The next two weeks were some of the toughest of my life.  Sitting at work dreading the phone ringing.  Instead of taking the time to to cope, I was just numb,  Finally I booked a flight back home and the day before I departed she passed away.


When I got back we went to her house.  The rest of the family left and I was there alone.  I am not sure if I ever cried harder.  Those moments are forever etched in my memory.  Looking out the kitchen window with all her knick knacks oer the back porch, just as she had done so many times when I was a kid playing in her back yard.  I fell to the ground and cried.


I knew I had to keep it together for the families sake.  I hadn’t been there for the two weeks before she died.  It was my time to be strong.  I did pretty good except as the funeral procession passed a work crew on Antioch road.  The workers all took off thier helmets.  Drops of Jupiter was on the radio and I still can’t listen to that song.


That night I sat with my best friend at his apartment.  We had several beers and I was really letting it all out.  Jame’s father had died when he was a senior in high school.  He was weak for a long time near the end and James spent alot of time talking with his dad as he took care of him.  I finally completely lost my composure telling him what my Grandmother had said to me right before he died.  For the first time in our 15 year relationship (including the night his father died) James started to cry.  He told me that was exactly what his father’s last words to him were.


I’m not too sure about Death or what comes after.  I do know that at the moment his father and my grandmother had accepted their passing, they each had the same thought to share.  This leads me to believe that at the time of our death we become aware of one inevitable truth, Life never gives you more than you can handle.


Think about that next time life seems overwhelming. 

The more things change

I was digging through some boxes and found a written page from around ’99.  I was living at my folks house, working at 54th Street for the third time, and awaiting a move to Californina.  Here is what I found:


As I sit on my back porch pondering the great questions of the universe, ie maybe I should have gone piss before smoking this cigarette, in the blazing noon day sun.  Beads of sweat form on my brow as I plot the monotony of my day off.  Should I eat first, then play pinball before coming home for a nap?  Maybe I should wait until some sort of food sounds remotely interesting and play pinball in the interim.  Maybe I should go back to bed until some sort of sense of urgency returns.  Come to think of it why did I get up in the first place?  If it were not for cigarettes and urination I probably would be having these thoughts in the 12×20 sanctuary of my youth, wghich now houses unused plywood, a broken pinball machine, and a treadmill (which provided only the exercise necessary to assemble, and eventually transport to it’s final resting place.)  Scattered amongst, between, under, and on top of this furntiure is the sparse remains of a life I once knew.  A two bedroom apartment worth of memoriesnow lies in coffins marked kitchen and books.  I share the small bed with yet more boxes, magazines, bags of stale chips, and an alarm clock which sounds 6 days a week to remind me of my third obligation.  At least 12 hours a day are spent sweating on my feet and marching towards death in a never ending cycle of drink orders, food orders, and disappointing tips.  Alas this is not my fate today, even god rested on teh seventh day.  However I doubt he spent it debating the merits of chinesse of mexican food for lunch.    

Time for an update

If you missed my last update, it is probably far more interesting than this one.


Yesterday marked 6 months since my last drink.  100% alcohol free.  Pretty crazy really.  Doesn’t seem like that long.  Now that I have gotten through the whole court thing I just need to get re employed so I can start reaping the monetary benefits.


Two more interviews today.  Two more job offers.  I really like job interviews.  Having been on the hiring side for literally hundreds gives you a pretty strong advantage when being interviewed.  Currently have 3 job offers on the plaza, but have told everyone that I won’t be deciding til Monday.  I am kinda holding out for one particular place because I worked for the company before and absolutley love thier philosophy.  Unfortunately the manager I interviewed with is engaged to an ex of mine.  First time I met him she was with him, drunk, and hanging on me.  DOH.  Regardless I got one really solid offer.  First time I ever got stop mid sentence and had a manager say “I want you.  You need to come to work for me.” On the first interview the manager said, “I have done a lot of interviews, but you are the first person I have ever really wanted to hire.”  Not bad for boosting the ego.  As of right now I am strongly leaning towards one, probably accept the job and start training next week.  Which is good because my cash situation is dire at this point.


All and all life is pretty good today.  I think a large portion of it is the way i woke up today.  Had some pretty freaky dreams last night.  I firmly believe that nightmares are representations of you Unconscience trying to let you know that change has to be made.  I’m not sure what the change is, but if I am open to a sign, I am sure it will present itself.   When I woke up this morning the first thought that came into my mind was, “This is my day”  That is a powerful thought.  This day is mine, I am not selling any of it to anyone else.  I think that may become my new morning mantra.  It’s not about luck, but about taking ownership of your hours and responsibility for what you do with them.  I have already had a hugely productive day and plan on continuing it.

So true tales of a Hooters Manager is upcoming, but again another update might be in order.  I had helpd up on the Hooters stories until after a party this week thinking hanging out with another manager might jog some memories.  This party was worth an update of it’s own though.


Tom has been a manager for about 3 years and was transfered out there to open a store in columbia.  He had recently left the company to take a job in Australia with a franchisee overseeing new openings.  The first thing that gets beat into your head at Hooters is to stay away from the girls.  If you walk into a bar and one of them is there, you are to leave.  If you are sitting at a bar and one walks in (of a hispanis busboy for that matter), you pay your tab and leave.  There has to be that distance for it to work.  So really 90% of their managers are completely above the board.  The girls understand it for the most part, and you just form more of a big brother relationship with them.  That doesn’t mean that each one that starts doesn’t try making puppy dog eyes or fake tears to get their way, but I would ususally just look at them and say “Do you know what I do for a living, I was immune to that shit long ago.”  Soon they realize you aren’t going to give into it.


A word at this point is probably in order trying to paint a more appropriate picture of the Hooters Girl.  There are alot of miconceptions about them.  Most people think they are promiscuous, stripper wannabe, big boobs, airheaded, and unintellegent.  Many are, but not most.  I had 4 virgins, several A cups, a bartender in Med School, a server in law school, a server finishing her masters and working on her PhD in herpetology, and many girls working on legit degrees.  Don’t get me wrong, there was always a stupid former stripper with fake boobs around if you needed to feel smart again.  I would say the one common factor that makes a good Hooters girl is that she is attractive to extremely attractive, aware of that, not afraid to make money because of it, and self confident.  Now this makes for a strange crew to try and manage.  Imagine if you will the varsity cheerleading squad from four area high schools forced to work together.  It was alot like high school with the drama.  Only in high school, it wasn’t all pretty girls and they had far less practice.  Rumors and cat fights were a huge pain in the ass.  This was also most of their first jobs and my average age was 19.  Not the most motivated hard working demographic you could select.


Now as a manager you get somewhat jaded.  Your job is to staff your restaurant with a staff of 9s and 10s.  You really develope that mentality where your staff and applicant are constantly being rated.  Before you even sit down for an interview you have decided whether or not she is even eligible for the job.  It sucks, and it is a crappy way to think, but it is the way you have to think.  Hooters doesn’t work if I come up to the table to greet you.  The customers come to see the girls and we have to meet thier expectations.  This sometimes means you are losing beautiful women quicker than you can replace them.  This is when you recruit.  If you ever wondered if you could be a hooters girl, go eat there.  If a manager hasn’t sent a girl over before you leave and you are sure he got a good look at you, it is prboably not a good sign.  Whenever we saw someone we might want to interview we would have their girl approach them with the idea.  If this didn’t keep us staffed we would go on “Recruiting Safaris”.  This is where a manager would go out with a few girls and go to places where attractive women congregate (bars, clubs, campuses, etc).  Everybody would dress up, the girls made like $15 an hour, and they recieved $50 for everygirl who cam in and was hired.  So I would sit back at a table at a club, point out attrctive women and have the girls approach them.  The first time I did this was one of the more surreal points in the job.


SO back to the party.  We meet up at this trendy Sushi/Sake bar.  Eat and meet up with several of his friends and the girls.  We then hit the stretch hummer limo to role around town drinking champagne.  Do note that when I say drink I don’t mean sipping.  Hardcore powerdrinking commenced for most as soon as we arrived.  I however remained sober the entire evening.  After about an hour and a half rolling around we went to the club.  This was some super trendy place you had to go down a back alley to get in.  Good size and had the whole place open on an off night to host our gathering.  That is when they started showing up.  Near the end this party was about 15 guys and about 45 women all of which were 9s and 10s.  Everyone dressed up and the women (remember the aware of their attractiveness and not afraid to use it to their advantage) looking amazing.  Tom was like the last deer in the woods during hunting season.  Women litterally throwing themselves at him.  Cattiness breaking out everywhere.  It was fun to be a sober observer on the evening.  Last call hit at about 1:30 so we regathered mass and headed to the strip club.  Now we brought in more girls and far more attractive girls than worked at the club so we paid no cover.  It closed shortly after and we headed out to after bars at some guys place.  Got back to the hotel around 4:30.  Feel sorry for our neighbors.  The night auditor probably got a good show on the hot tub cam.


So without further ado.  Things overheard at the party:


As the channel in the hotel room was turned to Fox News: “Change it, I’m hardcore man.  I don’t watch any sort of news.”


“Hey wanna come blow me in the bathroom?  I mean I am going to have it out anyway.”


Random women after making out with a friend form KC “Women are always great kissers.  Every woman I’ve ever kissed was a great kisser.  Have you ever ate pussy before?  Man that stuff sucks.”


Same girl wins convo of the night


Girl “You look really familiar”


Guy “We if you are friends with Tom we have probably met”


Girl: “I don’t think so, weren’t you at that five person orgy over at Ricks?”


Guy: “I don’t think so”


Girl: “Yeah you were, i got a picture of you smacking my ass”


Guy: “I don’t remember that”


Girl: “I’m sure it was you, not sure if you were doing anything but you were definately there”


Guy: “Are you thinking of the one at Ryan’s house?”


Girl: “I’m not sure”


Guy: “I think I remember that, but it was definately at Ryans.”


This conversation is wrong on so many levels:


Level one: This girl admits to being in five person orgy


Level Two: Girl admits to having pictures of said five person orgy


Level Three: Guy was aparantly at five person orgy, yet doesn’t remember.


Now trust me friends, i am no prude.  I however have searched all my memories and recall no five person orgies in my past.  No pictures exist of any five person orgy.  If I was ever at a five person orgy, I would certainly remember.  As a matter of fact my great great great great grandsons would be telling thier kids of the time I was in a five person orgy.


Give me a quite bar, good conversation, and an interesting woman any night.