It has been sometime since I have had something worth writing about. In fact, it has been just as long since I have decided to dine at a so called fine-dining restaurant. Perhaps it has to do with the ever growing popularity of the recession that is deniably here; or it could even be the love of hostility brought upon by our 4-star wait-staff. Yet, I refuse to consider the fact that karma has bitten me in the ass for insulting a great restaurant; because while I mentioned the service was terrible, I did not neglect to mention how excellent the food remains.
There are too many world class talents breaking a sweat in preparing the most delicious culinary creations to have the meal ruined by a waiter who's lack of ambition drove him to work a double on Saturday in order to make rent after relieving his last weeks pay on booze and blow. Have of the reason people decide to dine out is for the atmosphere, which just so happens to coincide with just how good that meal is going to taste. There are specific studies that show there is more to a great tasting meal than the ingredients melted together by heat exchange in a frying pan. Yes, the atmosphere, appearance, and sterling silver have all been proven to contribute to just how tasty that duck ala range really is. This is why so many restaurants are not graded on quality of food alone. If this were the case, Joe's taco cart outside my office building in downtown might be considered a 4-star dining facility. But no, segregation is the key, keep out the riffraff - don't really want to order a hot dog for $35 at Chez George.
I am not a rich man by any means and am even guilty of giving the customer the finger a time or two. But damn-it I will call the kettle black. As a working class we need more incentive to say “would you like fries with that shake” for the one millionth time. As the owner and managers we deserve people who will work for pennies and be happy. It sound completely contradictory at first, and it is; but there is a happy medium. That my friends can be found as an independent contractor. Make the world commission based! Legalize prostitution and drugs nationwide and sell your soul for what it is worth. Determine your wage. You can no longer sit at home playing video games, watching porn, and smoking dope as a middle-aged man if it is profitable. No more welfare put those kids to work. Why pay someone ten dollars per hour to sit and answer phone for five percent of the time they are actually getting paid to work. Make them make a sale. Receptionists should not make any money unless they make a sale. Get what you are worth, but stop taking money that your are not earning.
It's a fantastic idea…everyone that contributes to a sale get commission. But wait, look at it now. The idea is not so crazy. Every sellable item that receives a payment already has factored in the costs of labor and everything else to arrive at that dollar amount. The stock boy does get a so called commission; it is just a flat hourly rate. The world is commission based…some just get more of it.
