Sorry for the late start you idiots. My excuse is that I am roadtripping and forgot it was Friday. Happy national bartender appreciation day! Celebrate by visiting your favorite spot and not being a creep to the lady pouring drinks. Drink one for me and be merry! Happy Friday you idiots. Enjoy the lull before the holiday craziness cranks up. I have been avoiding Christmas music and it feels so right.
I fly out back to Japan tomorrow for a week... but then I have almost 3 weeks off to go bury myself in my shop and make some sawdust for the first time in a long time. Been a crazy busy year so far but it's been absolutely worth it. Things have finally picked up some momentum and we can now start to let off just a little bit. In other news, a few of us did some fishing the day after the company xmas virus fest, and my best friend had one of his best rods snap on him. In hindsight, he was wondering what the hell he was thinking, letting newbs try out his high-end gear. The shop quoted him $500 to fix it, which he's bailing on, so he's going to try and do a home-brew $100 fix himself. I'm not optimistic for the results... unless he's looking for more "training rods". Needless to say a bunch of us got together and pitched in and bought him the best fucking rod around... one that he'd never buy himself (it's just over a grand), but he's so selfless that as soon as people heard what was going, tens of people started to pool their cash together. It's going to be given to him on Monday, and I have zero doubt that he'll break down and cry, and cherish that rod for life. Best Xmas gift I can think of for a long time, honestly... warms the cockles of your heart. Maybe even that sub-cockle area, who knows.
Father in law is coming over tomorrow to help me build some proper shelving for the workshop. 12 X 8 with a loft, then more shelving over the work bench I already built. With the shelving I'll have enough room to properly setup my table saw, miter saw and air tools. Got the freezer running so now I need to harvest some venison to fill it with. Wife and I got a nice bonus that's paying for xmas and enough left over for a surround sound system and a long overdue upgrade on our wifi capabilities. This board just cost me some serious money today
Thank ya, thank ya. We've had some hiccups but nothing major. Found out the connections were loose on the battery when the car wouldn't start after getting gas. Couldn't get the water shut off in the tub in the hotel and had to bail water for 45min til maintenance could show up at 7. And even with earplugs, how do I always wake up/know when my dog is puking? Hello 2:30am. I just hope the majority of snowfall holds off til we reach our destination. My mom is wigging out over driving in snow. Cheers!
An appreciation day for the most contemptuous servers on earth. Nice. What’s next, Creepy Club Promotor Day? The Industry.
This is why the art industry can never be taken seriously. Charlatans create crap, and idiots still pay fortunes for them just to be “ironic” or they think modern art is hip when it’s actually stupid: https://www.gq.com/story/suddenly-the-koons-is-this-100k-banana/amp ...and to think 90% of the greatest fine art this world still has on display in legit museums (the LACMA in not one of those museums) was created in cold, vermin-infested apartments; under candlelight and sunny windows. No thermostat. No 24-7 food delivery. And nowadays people can retire instantly just by stapling rotted fruit to the fucking wall. What happened?
There is rampant fraud and money laundering going on in the highest levels of the art industry. A small circle of "experts" decide the value of high-end pieces, creating obscene amounts of wealth out of thin air along the way. Then the "art" can be sold as a pretense for transferring large sums of money, often between parties in different countries. I would bet good money that many of the high-end art dealers are exactly as legitimate as Jeffrey Epstein's investment firm.
That makes perfect sense, and would be far quicker and easier than monitoring ten small front businesses to clean the same amount of scratch. ...but in this case, society will still know you as that asshole who bought a banana duct taped to the wall.
Okay, am I the asshole in saying that if you're a "bartender," and all you do is pour/ pop open beers (you don't actually mix drinks), you don't deserve a tip? You could literally train a monkey to do that. Bartenders make insane tips compared to other workers in the service industry, AND they get to drink on the job (depending on your jurisdiction). Calm your fucking tits when I ask for the change back from a $5 when I just bought one beer. Oh, and the term "mixologist" can kiss the darkest part of my white ass. FUCK YOU, YOU'RE A FUCKING BARTENDER. In other news, I really hate it when my snakes both go for the same mouse at the same time, and when I try to separate them, the mouse rips in half. #snakeownerproblems
Built out all the shelving for my workshop today and the ramp going into it so I can park my pit bike. you don’t NEED over 100 sq ft of shelving. But who doesn’t WANT that much?
I've found that tipping a bartender, even if it's only a buck a drink ( the amount that seems appropriate to me ) helps keep the drinks flowing without much of a wait. Any more than that seems extravagant for just poring a beer though.
opening beers aren’t difficult, it’s dealing with all the assholes and the rush. I’d generally tip a dollar a beer, more if it was a mixed drink (which I would try to keep simple during the rush). I’m not paying for the skill, I’m paying for the service.
I don’t think a person deserves two dollars for untwisting a single beer cap. Making a row of cocktails correctly, that’s work. And I don’t think people who are on the clock should be giving me snark because it took THEM five minutes to walk ten fucking feet YOU’RE JOB ISN’T HARD, ASSHOLES. Working in bars and watching some of them lose their minds with stress as if they were shuffling air traffic around at Hartsfield-Jackson was hilarious to say the least. This one bartender-manger I dealt with once a week with stress tantrums and R. Kelly Interview-style spaz attacks (“I’m fighting for my FUCKING LIFE out there!!!!”). Meanwhile, I watch hot little hundred-pound waitresses juggle a thirty pound tray of drinks without spilling a drop through a sexual harassment ocean and never bitch once. Get tipped less, go home happy. The industry.
Off topic for sure, but my three year old daughter was going to the bathroom this morning and started saying "yucky poopy" to let me know what was going on. Then she asked, "Daddy, are there any yummy poopies?" "...No...no, there are not..."
Maybe not orally yummy. Definitely spiritually and emotionally yummy. That might be too much to get into with a three year old though.
Just describing the feeling using a 3 year old's vocab. If you haven't had at least 1 deeply satisfying poo in your life then I just feel sorry for you.