Petty I know, but I wish I could wear something to show off my exuberant personality. I abhor wearing all black because I have this issue that it drowns me out, and I like to be unique to not confirm and be like the Borg collective. I also hardly own any black.
I mean, why do I want to look like I'm going to a funeral every time I work?
But as the hostess, I must wear all black though I keep asking the other hostesses about dress code, and they say they've gotten away with wearing various other colors. The general manager when he hired each of us separately also gave different directions: hair up, dress nicely all black not necssary, no make up, some make up, all black only...DUDE!!! Make up your mind!!!
I plan to jazz up my outfits a little with a touch of color here and there whether it be a shiny red ribbon in the hair or my snake skin ballet flats. I'll get to show I have some spunk!
Showing posts with label NYC restaurants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NYC restaurants. Show all posts
Monday, January 26, 2009
Coat Envy
I'll have plenty to write about coat check later, but at UES Restaurant I have to also coat check as well. Yes, I do racially stereotype how you might tip me out based on the brand name coat you have, but there's never a 100% corrolation.
I must say though, the coats on women I notice the most just at first glance are the Burberry ones...not the coats with that annoying checkered plaid on there that screams "I'M A LABEL WHORE!" but the ones that are beautifully structured and tailored with some unique design or silhouette to them. I must admit I'm drooling as I carry coats like that back to the coat check room.
One gorgeous coat my co-hostess and I gushed at was a beautiful black fur with black leather buckles as the buttons. OMG, if I were into S&M I'd use that fur coat in all my sessions it was so fierce...(gay lingo from my fag hag days).
Probably the most impressive couple so far is a gentlemen that came in with his girlfriend. He wore a suede Louis Vuitton jacket, and she had a Christian Dior puffer. They tipped me $10 for fetching their coats. Proportionally that is excellent...and that already tells me he has $$.
With certain brands though, I'm neutral on. Ralph Lauren, Max Mara...those could easily be purchased at a T.J. Maxx sale. It's the Searles, Louis Vuittons, Burberrys that catch me.
Why is it the men are clueless when I ask them the brand name of their coat when I need a description to check it??
I must say though, the coats on women I notice the most just at first glance are the Burberry ones...not the coats with that annoying checkered plaid on there that screams "I'M A LABEL WHORE!" but the ones that are beautifully structured and tailored with some unique design or silhouette to them. I must admit I'm drooling as I carry coats like that back to the coat check room.
One gorgeous coat my co-hostess and I gushed at was a beautiful black fur with black leather buckles as the buttons. OMG, if I were into S&M I'd use that fur coat in all my sessions it was so fierce...(gay lingo from my fag hag days).
Probably the most impressive couple so far is a gentlemen that came in with his girlfriend. He wore a suede Louis Vuitton jacket, and she had a Christian Dior puffer. They tipped me $10 for fetching their coats. Proportionally that is excellent...and that already tells me he has $$.
With certain brands though, I'm neutral on. Ralph Lauren, Max Mara...those could easily be purchased at a T.J. Maxx sale. It's the Searles, Louis Vuittons, Burberrys that catch me.
Why is it the men are clueless when I ask them the brand name of their coat when I need a description to check it??
Annoying Sexual Comment from Male Customer
For the sake of ease, I'm going to refer to where I work as UES Restaurant (UES = Upper East Side).
Last Saturday around 5:30 PM, I was standing at the hostess station, and it wasn't busy at all since the dinner crowd had not arrived. I'm also close to the bar, and I'm standing next to two gentlemen having a drink, and they are discussing the Circuit City close out sale. One of the men commented how it was all bullshit and how it wasn't really I good deal.
After having read an article on not to be fooled by close out sales, I chimed in and said, "Yes, they jack up the prices intentionally to overcharge you, and you should wait for later when they actually bring it down."
Jerk says, "What? You telling me you have to sleep with them?"
Where the fuck did that comment come from I'm thinking in my head? If I weren't working, I would've stabbed the ass with a fork!
Last Saturday around 5:30 PM, I was standing at the hostess station, and it wasn't busy at all since the dinner crowd had not arrived. I'm also close to the bar, and I'm standing next to two gentlemen having a drink, and they are discussing the Circuit City close out sale. One of the men commented how it was all bullshit and how it wasn't really I good deal.
After having read an article on not to be fooled by close out sales, I chimed in and said, "Yes, they jack up the prices intentionally to overcharge you, and you should wait for later when they actually bring it down."
Jerk says, "What? You telling me you have to sleep with them?"
Where the fuck did that comment come from I'm thinking in my head? If I weren't working, I would've stabbed the ass with a fork!
An Introduction....
I actually have a full-time job but choose to work part-time hostessing for various reasons: the economy, my credit card bill went a little crazy over that Betsey Johnson coat and Kate Spade ballet flats I wanted, the fact that I've been neurotic about money since being laid off from my first job after college. That was awhile ago, my dears.
I had grown up in a restaurant back home somewhere down South, but the NYC restaurant scene is totally different. For one, my parents made $10,000/month at the restaurant in its hey day, but at one notable B.R. Guest Restaurant on a Saturday night, $10,000 was what they made. The crowds in NYC are trendier, some people obviously act like they're entitled, but after all the different types I've interacted with no class=NO CLASS no matter who you are, and there is no difference between red necks acting ridiculously demanding versus rich snobs who own a brownstone on W. 83rd and Central Park West.
I did hostess and waitress part-time to supplement another full-time job when I was 24. I started out at an Internet company and I was living in the W. 80's b/w Columbus and Central Park West. Rent was high, and I needed supplemental income to stay in this trendy area though absolutely crappy studio. At first I thought it was refreshing to work around artists, musicians, actors in addition to the white collar types I dealt with at the Internet company I was at. But I was laid off, got a low paying job at a major museum full-time. However, working seven days a week was taking its toll just to make rent for a coffin of a studio in a cut up brown stone that cost me $1,350/month, so I moved to an area of Manhattan where my current place is big and at the time I paid $800/month. I love the ghetto.
It's 8 years later, and I never thought I'd do it again (work 7 days/week), but expenses always add up, and I'm not the type who wants to rely on the credit card. Though I make a decent salary at my full-time job, I find money to always fall short somehow (and I do budget, save, and have the 401K, IRA, etc), Plus I'm saving for classes that I want to take for career development.
I recently started a hostessing gig at a well-known restaurant on the Upper East Side, and coming back to this has reminded me of the colorful stories I end up telling friends about some wacky or rude customer, a hellish Saturday night where we're slammed, and the interesting restaurant staff I deal with. I just feel I should write it down. I'm also a big foodie, so it's somewhat torturous looking at all that good food I can't eat. Sniff! Unlike other places I worked, this restaurant does not give a comp meal at the end of the night to the hostesses. It's like being condemned in hell with a glass of water dangling in front of you that you can never have.
I had grown up in a restaurant back home somewhere down South, but the NYC restaurant scene is totally different. For one, my parents made $10,000/month at the restaurant in its hey day, but at one notable B.R. Guest Restaurant on a Saturday night, $10,000 was what they made. The crowds in NYC are trendier, some people obviously act like they're entitled, but after all the different types I've interacted with no class=NO CLASS no matter who you are, and there is no difference between red necks acting ridiculously demanding versus rich snobs who own a brownstone on W. 83rd and Central Park West.
I did hostess and waitress part-time to supplement another full-time job when I was 24. I started out at an Internet company and I was living in the W. 80's b/w Columbus and Central Park West. Rent was high, and I needed supplemental income to stay in this trendy area though absolutely crappy studio. At first I thought it was refreshing to work around artists, musicians, actors in addition to the white collar types I dealt with at the Internet company I was at. But I was laid off, got a low paying job at a major museum full-time. However, working seven days a week was taking its toll just to make rent for a coffin of a studio in a cut up brown stone that cost me $1,350/month, so I moved to an area of Manhattan where my current place is big and at the time I paid $800/month. I love the ghetto.
It's 8 years later, and I never thought I'd do it again (work 7 days/week), but expenses always add up, and I'm not the type who wants to rely on the credit card. Though I make a decent salary at my full-time job, I find money to always fall short somehow (and I do budget, save, and have the 401K, IRA, etc), Plus I'm saving for classes that I want to take for career development.
I recently started a hostessing gig at a well-known restaurant on the Upper East Side, and coming back to this has reminded me of the colorful stories I end up telling friends about some wacky or rude customer, a hellish Saturday night where we're slammed, and the interesting restaurant staff I deal with. I just feel I should write it down. I'm also a big foodie, so it's somewhat torturous looking at all that good food I can't eat. Sniff! Unlike other places I worked, this restaurant does not give a comp meal at the end of the night to the hostesses. It's like being condemned in hell with a glass of water dangling in front of you that you can never have.
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