It's My Friday!

Like most people in the service industry, my "weekends" fall right in the middle of the week. Monday happens to be my Friday, which is nice for me (a break from all the crazy's I dealt with on Saturday and Sunday) but unfortunate for.... oh, everyone else I know? I rarely have days off with my friends, since we all work opposite schedules, so here I am... alone in a bar on my Friday night, writing on my computer....
WOW....
It's okay, you can say it...
NERD ALERT!
okay, I have been sufficiently told. Thank you.
I also seem to be drinking something with coconut rum in it, when I specified "The Uze" aka a vodka tonic. This is already an interesting night.

I am going to take a break from my usual bitching about my nitwit customers (Okay, who are we kidding, I will probably bitch a little bit about someone...) to touch on a different subject:
me being a customer. There are a few things I have already noticed about the server/customer relationship when reversed.
First of all: I look better as a customer. Case in point, I walked in to my shop a good 4 hours after my shift had ended today. I had showered, put on make-up, a push-up bra, and done my hair. People were shocked! I was "unrecognizable from this morning" commented one customer; and a regular said, "It's so strange to not see you in black! I said, who are you?"
Well, thank you! I like to know that my work appearance can be easily discarded and replaced by the hot me that goes out on Sexy Monday nights... and maybe won't be recognized as "That coffee girl"... ? (Yes, it is a question)
Second: I want people to be nice to me when I walk in.
I frequent this said bar that I am currently sitting at, and I really like it when a few certain people are working, Namely because they pour my drink as I walk in. Also, they smile at me and say "Hey What's up" as if they really mean it. I bullshit all day long! The least someone else could bullshit for me when I walk up to the counter.... Am I wrong?
(Ahh! Wierd coconut flavor!)
Third: I like attention.
Possibly a given on why I don't like strippers unless I am on stage, BUT, if I am at a restaurant and it takes me 45 minutes to order food, and not get that food for 30 more minutes.... why am I there? If I am at a table with an empty drink and water glass and there are less that 10 people in the place, there is no reason I should be ignored. NONE.
Example, Karaoke waitress 2 and 3 make me not want to go back. I love you Kimmy! but unfortunately, your co workers refuse to get my friends and I drinks on any sort of regular basis. They also don't give me change back from a 20 on am 11 dollar tab. ridiculous. I give people their change back even when they forget it. So fuck you for being so into yourself and your no giving drink ass to think I would tip you that much. Kimmy deserves it. You do not. EVER. Unless you change your ways and totally blow my mind with niceness. And also, don't make out (literally) with you sicko boyfriend on top of the bar. Bad form! I couldn't even tell she was out waitress until they unstuck each other and wiped their dirty mouths, while rolling their eyes, and she yelled "What do you guys want?" I kinda thought it was because I was staring at her tit half out of her shirt, but no, it was a legit question ment to be "What can I get for you?"

Woah... sorry about that rant... I just got hung up on that situation. No thanks to this wierd drink I am trying to ingest. I should go talk to someone about this.....