When I first started this gig, a lot of the young girls would call me "Mama" and I was offended. Did I really look that old, I would think to myself. I don't feel like anyone's mother - don't have children; don't want children. Don't get me wrong. I love children, when they're behaved and being quiet. I guess I am old; I don't tolerate noisy kids very well. Love my nieces and my nepher to pieces, but I'm glad at the end of the day, they go home with Papa.
Boy, I get off-track easily. What I found out is that "Mama" is actually an endearment, since they don't know my name, but I'm there to take care of them. So, now I think that's sweet. Makes me feel nice.
Had a couple young ladies in the closet Saturday night, gushing how much they loved me, how nice and how sweet I was (boy, I've got them fooled, huh?). It had been a pleasant evening; not too busy, but tips were ok - not great, but ok. I've had worse evenings. But this one girl kept going on, til I told her to be careful; I just might think she's got a crush on me. She laughed and said "oh, don't worry - it's only until I'm sober! Besides, ewww - you're a girl!"
LOL She was so young. If she only knew...
Monday, October 19, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Nice weekend
Isn't she cute? I found this on a site I get e-mails from daily (I signed up) - http://icanhazcheezburger.comThere's a link on there for dogs, too (http://ihasahotdog.com ). Nice way to start the day; with a smile. Anyway, I shared this photo with the young lady I work for and she loved it. She asked me to send her actual hardcopies (she's kind of a techo phobe) so that she could put it up in the restroom she works. So, of course, I put one up in my closet, too.
This past weekend was very nice. I was a little worried, since there was a beautiful full moon out, but other than a few "leave me a lone" types, everyone was real sweet. Made good money Friday night - kicked ass Saturday night (doubled what I made Friday). Saturday night worked out to $30.50 an hour, between my shift pay and the tips. Not too shabby for a part-time job, eh? That's a lot more than my day job!
THere was one young lady who had a little too much to drink Friday night. I noticed several ladies fluttering, giggling and pointing down on the floor by the first stall. When they left, I walked over to see who left what where so I could clean it up. Now, this was a first. I saw two shoes, jean-clad legs and a bare bum. Someone was obviously hugging the toilet, but must've dropped her pants to pee first, or something. I don't know - she wouldn't talk to me. I knocked and told her that her bottom was bare to the world, but she didn't stir. I then peeked through the door crack (yes, I will do that if I think somethings wrong in a stall) and noticed she had her head on the seat with her eyes closed. I banged on the door, calling out to her, trying to wake her up, but no luck. I thought about reaching in and slapping that bum, but I didn't want to get hit with some sort of harrassment suit. So, I was about to go get management when I noticed the shoes were now facing forward and I could hear zipping and flushing noises. I went out anyway, to find a security guard, when one of the night managers walked by. I pointed her out to him as she left the closet. The club has a very, very stict rule on drunks. They just won't tolerate them. If you are even suspected of being a little tipsy, they will escort you out. Don't blame them - they could get sued if something were to happen after they left the club and it comes back that they were served at the club.
But other than that, it was quiet (well, as quiet as it can be with the music blaring in there) - busy, but quiet. Both evenings went quickly. Makes me wish each weekend could go so smoothly.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Why are you in here?
I have a part-time job as a restroom attendant at a local nightclub. They have a DJ Friday and Saturday nights, so there's dancing. It gets busy. The club has contracted with a company (who I work for) that provides attendants for both the men and women restrooms.
We serve a dual purpose: 1) the nightclub needs someone in there to keep the restroom clean, stocked and kept orderly. They also want it policed (no smoking; no drugs; no sex - in other words, nothing fun), and 2) to provide a service for the customers.
Many people appreciate having an attendant there. But many are frustrated and get pissed off, thinking they're obligated to leave a tip when they feel it's not warranted.
Ah, tipping. Yes, folks, that's what it all boils down to. That's why I do what I do. Not for the shift pay they give (works out to barely $10 an hour - so not worth it). But on a good night, I make more than I do at my day job (which, really, doesn't say much, but hey, I like it). It's the perfect part-time job; minutes from home, only two nights a week, and I don't start until 9:30 pm, working til closing, which is between 1:30 & 2:00. Oftentimes, I'm home by 2:00.
When I started a year ago, I was provided with a kit. I was told I was expected to replenish the items in the kit as they got used. This isn't so bad - I get to write it all off on my taxes. But, still, it's coming out of my pocket, and this is the part I don't think most people know.
When one walks into my restroom (hereinafter referred to as my closet), they will see not only a spic n span room with a woman smiling at them, they will also see a plethora of items: candy/mints/gum, lotions and colognes, lip glosses, hairspray/mouse/gel, toothpaste/mouthwash/floss, tampons/pads, aspirin, cough drops, eye drops; pretty much anything you can think of that you might find in your bathroom at home, but couldn't fit in that little evening clutch you're carrying. My list could go on; if I can do it hygienically, I'll have it. If you ask and I don't have it, I will the next night I work. I even have flip-flops for the ladies who wear those ridiculously high high-heels or too-new shoes so their feet are killing them - this way, they can take off their shoes and not have to walk around barefoot.
Now, tipping. I do not expect a tip just for handing someone a paper towel or if they take a stick of gum. I do expect a tip if I provided them a service or if they used any of my stuff. Dollar amount is up to them - the going rate is a buck or two, but I've had women give me fives, tens, even twenties because they were that pleased with either my service or what I had to offer. But I cannot come out and ask for that tip (that would be totally inappropriate). There are two signs in the closet stating "Gratuities gratefully accepted," but it's amazing how many chose not to see that (I've heard of selective hearing, but selective sight? I guess...)
Long first post. I hope this will be a fun place to come check out. There have been some hilarious situations come up in there, and some pretty horrible. I'll try not to get too gross.
We serve a dual purpose: 1) the nightclub needs someone in there to keep the restroom clean, stocked and kept orderly. They also want it policed (no smoking; no drugs; no sex - in other words, nothing fun), and 2) to provide a service for the customers.
Many people appreciate having an attendant there. But many are frustrated and get pissed off, thinking they're obligated to leave a tip when they feel it's not warranted.
Ah, tipping. Yes, folks, that's what it all boils down to. That's why I do what I do. Not for the shift pay they give (works out to barely $10 an hour - so not worth it). But on a good night, I make more than I do at my day job (which, really, doesn't say much, but hey, I like it). It's the perfect part-time job; minutes from home, only two nights a week, and I don't start until 9:30 pm, working til closing, which is between 1:30 & 2:00. Oftentimes, I'm home by 2:00.
When I started a year ago, I was provided with a kit. I was told I was expected to replenish the items in the kit as they got used. This isn't so bad - I get to write it all off on my taxes. But, still, it's coming out of my pocket, and this is the part I don't think most people know.
When one walks into my restroom (hereinafter referred to as my closet), they will see not only a spic n span room with a woman smiling at them, they will also see a plethora of items: candy/mints/gum, lotions and colognes, lip glosses, hairspray/mouse/gel, toothpaste/mouthwash/floss, tampons/pads, aspirin, cough drops, eye drops; pretty much anything you can think of that you might find in your bathroom at home, but couldn't fit in that little evening clutch you're carrying. My list could go on; if I can do it hygienically, I'll have it. If you ask and I don't have it, I will the next night I work. I even have flip-flops for the ladies who wear those ridiculously high high-heels or too-new shoes so their feet are killing them - this way, they can take off their shoes and not have to walk around barefoot.
Now, tipping. I do not expect a tip just for handing someone a paper towel or if they take a stick of gum. I do expect a tip if I provided them a service or if they used any of my stuff. Dollar amount is up to them - the going rate is a buck or two, but I've had women give me fives, tens, even twenties because they were that pleased with either my service or what I had to offer. But I cannot come out and ask for that tip (that would be totally inappropriate). There are two signs in the closet stating "Gratuities gratefully accepted," but it's amazing how many chose not to see that (I've heard of selective hearing, but selective sight? I guess...)
Long first post. I hope this will be a fun place to come check out. There have been some hilarious situations come up in there, and some pretty horrible. I'll try not to get too gross.
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