Service Industry

As a long time member of the service industry, I always get a chuckle out of the fact that those in the industry genuinely hate the people they are charged with taking care of. Granted, this really only applies to those of us who might be called "professional servers," because we've just been in the game so long that we've become bitter. I imagine that those sad souls who work in the corporate chains such as Chilis, etc. hate their customers as well. That should go without saying because that clientele really has no clue how to dine and/or tip. But those of us who find ourselves in the up-scale restaurants have developed a deep loathing for some/most of our guests. Be in rudeness, cheapness, crassness, what have you, we just don't like you much. But we love our jobs and we really enjoy working with people who share our views. We're usually foodies, meaning we know a lot about and really appreciate good meals. We're drunks and like to go out and drink very large quantities of just about anything. We like the lifestyle.

I bring this up because one of the blogs I follow was mentioning local watering holes. The tone of the particular post was very conceited (which I starting to realize is just the true nature of the author). But I found it funny in a way too. I guess those of us in the game see the whole thing in a different light. But I find it very amusing when people talk down about places and describe the clientele that they find so offensive, while they are right there in the very heart of the crowd they are slamming. Hypocritical to the extreme. But there again, it little factions within this larger group begin to butt heads and clear certain places out because they can't stand to be close to their own kind, then more power to them. The bar will be less crowded for those of us who are there to get some drinks.

Long story short, people are hypocrites. People spew their so-called knowledge when in fact they don't have the first clue in hell what they're talking about. I guess we should all just chuckle to ourselves................

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