Day one hundred and ten: cash money

A while ago I mentioned a little bet amongst several members of the (insert real name here) serving staff. The idea was to abstain from (insert real name here) food for as long as possible.
The buy in -- $5, the prize -- all the money (and glory).


I'm happy to report that all the glory is mine. I wasn't sure what movie montage song to sing repeatedly and/or re-enact. The end of Teen Wolf when Michael J Fox plays the big game as himself rather than his alter ego basketball superstar wolf self? That made no sense so I went with a classic -- a Rocky training montage. Running around the restaurant jumping up and down singing Gonna Fly Now by Bill Conti probably annoyed some people but it seemed like the only viable option.



It's not an easy feat, sure I make it look easy.


When people started handing me over five dollar bills I started getting an overwhelming sense of superiority not unlike that of a certain Peanuts character by the name of Lucy van Pelt.


I played Lucy in a school play when I was in the 5th grade -- how fitting. She's a bit of a know-it-all and very bossy -- traits I had tried to shed over the years but somehow haven't managed to elude. The only line I remember from that play has been running through my head since I won the bet:


"Boy, what a sound! How I love to hear that old money clink, that beautiful sound of cold hard cash." 

Day twenty eight: employee incentives.

Every so often management tries to get the servers to, simply put, try. Most of the time it's a competition to see who can sell the most of a particular adult beverage and most of the time the prize is an appetizer or dessert from (insert real name here).

I can't think of anything less appealing than food from (insert real name here) as the prize. This isn't to say I don't like the food but spinach dip doesn't bring out the competitor in me. I have won a couple of these competitions before but it was just plain luck that my entire section was sucking back over-priced Sangrias.

Fact of the matter is, if you want me to care, nachos aren't gonna get the gung ho going (please note the alliteration). If you want me to try the incentive is simple and who better to put it into words than Academy Award winner and star of the box office smash Snow Dogs, Cuba Gooding Jr.: 

It's the age old truth, and half title from Wall Street 2, money talks. 


Tonight, we played Hot Potato. The premise sell something on a list of menu items and get the potato. If you're holding onto the potato when the manage yells out "potato" you win $5. 


If you think this is gonna light the proverbial fire under all our server asses then you, my friend, are correct. 


Long story short, I'm $10 richer.