Posts Tagged ‘Marty’

Wanna Know What You’re Playing For?

December 6, 2010

On the CBS hit TV show Survivor, contestants, ranging from 16 to 20 people, live in the outdoors without the comforts of civilization.  They generally do not eat well, suffer through rainy nights, and sleep on bamboo, or anything else they may find in the woods, all while performing in physical challenges (Double Dare!) and playing the mental game of trying to outlast all other contestants.  At the end of each episode, all contestants come together to vote out one of them out.  Once a contestant gets voted out, they get to enjoy the rest of their Survivor time at a sequestered location called Ponderosa, where there is a personal chef and they live as if they’re on vacation.  Most contestants do not want to get voted out, since they want to win the game and the million bucks, but there is also a relief that comes after being voted out.

Last week on this show, two contestants quit the game.  Out of 20, there were 9 remaining, and they had already spent over 20 days out of 39 total days in the game.  They just couldn’t deal with the rain and starving anymore.  There aren’t that many quitters on this show, but contestants do quit every so often.  All contestants know that quitting is something they can do to remove themselves from the harsh outdoor conditions, but they almost never do since they’re there to win the game, and they can always enjoy the food and bed when the game is over.

With all these things I am trying to do, I also want to quit.  I can quit and settle into this middle class life in Ponderosa.  Compared to life of hitting comedy clubs and studying, I’m sure it will be more comfortable.  But that would mean quitting the game and giving up.  I can enjoy my free time later when I’ve finished going for my goals, but right now, I want to win this game and a million dollars.

Hmmm… I’m kind of disappointed with this blog.  When I thought of the Survivor analogy, which admittedly isn’t exactly creative, I thought I could write more about it.  But after writing this out, I realize that this analogy is really much simpler than I thought – I wrote two paragraphs about the show, and one short paragraph about how it relates to life.  In my defense, I’m writing with Jayshawn and Marty chatting away next to me while watching a TV special on SNL (future blog coming up on that), which has been very distracting.  Oh well, I’ll try to come up with a better analogy next time.

Tipping

November 30, 2010

I was at the new Hoboken location of Village Pourhouse with Jayshawn and Marty.  It was a decent bar, but the service was a bit lacking, especially the eye candy behind the bar.  She seemed very new, and ended up charging for Marty’s food when he ordered, not when the food came or after he was done eating.  Since the food was paid for before it was actually served, I thought tip should be given at the same time, but Marty disagreed and said he would tip after his meal.  (Now that I think about it, I think Marty forgot to tip.)  This post is not about how he is wrong, but about how I wish tips weren’t involved in the first place, thus avoiding the whole situation.

America is a tipping nation.  I bet it is one of the major questions tourists have when visiting our country.  Heck, even I have trouble with non-restaurantl tipping customs when traveling, such as bellhops and tour guides.  Some people aren’t aware that hotel maids get tips.  Taxi station attendant, buffet busboys, concierge, casino dealers… does everyone know how to tip these people, or would most of us have to look it up?

I once went to an upscale French restaurant in New York called La Grenouille.  When I got the bill, I was faced with two lines for tips.  I don’t recall why there were two lines, but it was something like one for the maitre d’ and one for the waiter, or host, or captain, I’m not sure.  But there I was, at a fancy restaurant, not knowing how to tip.  I had to ask our waiter how to tip.

(About a week ago on the bus, I sat in front of a man who cleared his throat every ten seconds.  It was annoying enough that I knew I couldn’t stand hearing it for the rest of the trip, so I actually moved to a different seat.  Well, that man is now sitting next to me.  I got the window seat so he has me boxed in.  Bus is getting pretty full so I don’t think getting up is an option.  I just put on my headset to play some MP3s and I can still hear him, unless I crank up the volume too loud for the comfort of my own and those sitting around me.  This is going to be the longest commute of my life.)

I wish US did not have this tipping culture.  I wish restaurant owners would raise the salaries of the employees, and raise the food prices accordingly.  There are some, Marty included, that argue this system would lead to poorer service, and we as guests deserve the right to pay however much we want depending on service.  I’ve also read that European servers, who rely much less on tips, if at all, are more rude than their American counterparts.  I can’t really argue against these points, but my opinion is that tips don’t encourage good service as much as we think they do.  Not counting obviously horrible service, I think most servers think they provide a good service.  Plus, some customers may be picky, and their definition of a good server may be different from that of the server.  And the way we tip based on these services is also different – to some, 15% is for below average service, while others may pay 15% for good service.  Plus, I think most servers would just call the customer cheap for leaving a bad tip instead of thinking about what they did wrong to get a small tip.  All of that boils down to this: amount of tip speaks more about the tipper than the tippee.

So, does this tipping culture encourage good service?  Would all servers stop smiling, stop refilling our drinks, stop getting us extra napkins if they received a flat pay, instead of living on tips?  I can’t imagine service getting better, but I don’t think it will be noticeably worse.  But I admit this is the weakest point of my argument, especially since I’ve never had a job that relied on tips.  But there are many situations that require mandatory gratuity.  If a party of 6 gets an automatic 18% gratuity added to their bill, would the server provide worse service than had the table been a party of 5?  Why put in extra effort when 18% has been guaranteed?  That is a rhetorical question, of course, since I believe most people would say no.  I think servers generally try to do a good job, regardless of tips, for the same reason the rest of us do: get promoted and/or not get fired.  And for general sense of responsibility.  I don’t think restaurant servers completely lack this characteristic and are entirely driven by tips.

As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, gratuity is involved in venues beyond restaurants and bars.  Wedding reception halls usually add an automatic gratuity of 18% or 20%.  Considering these places cost at least $100 and over $200 per guest, gratuity can be thousands of dollars.  What is the point of gratuity if it is automatically charged?  Captain and maitre d’ are also expected set gratuities, which I gave even though their services were less than satisfactory.

I also do not like gratuities at places like open bars and all-inclusive resorts.

Wow this was a long post, I’m already at work.  Maybe I will continue this later, but this will be it for now.  Conclusion: tipping sucks.

My Readers

November 28, 2010

As I mentioned before, Sebastian is not my real name.  I don’t know how I came up with it, but Sebastian Saw just came to me (after a few names that were considerably worse), and I went with it.  I keep my identity a secret because I’m not really writing this for anyone.  But that is not to say that I don’t want anyone to read this blog, since I do check the site stats.  I guess the phrase “have your cake and eat it too” applies here since I don’t want to tell anyone about my site, but I do want people to read it.

In fact, I’ve only told 4 people about this blog, and here they are:

The Wife: I told her, and she’s even seen me post in bed, but she’s not all that interested in what I have to write here.

Jayshawn: Sandy has been the most devoted reader of my online blogs since I started writing over 11 years ago.  As such, when I started this blog (or at least started writing again), I had to tell him about it.  I guess that explains the biggest reason for not telling people about this site: people won’t care.  And I told him because I know he cares.  Personally, less readers the better since I can be more honest, and the best way to control my readership is by not telling people.

Marty: He probably doesn’t really care either, but he is also a good friend of Sandy, so I told him as well.  I’m not actively telling people, but I’m not keeping it a secret, either.

Chelirious: He opened this site for me about a year ago, and I also had my previous Stand Up columns on his old website.  Not sure if he’s still checking on this site, but he does know about it.

That is all, but I think I’m going to start using this blog and the name Sebastian Saw online, such as in message boards and other people’s blogs.  A couple of weeks ago, I left a comment on a blog I’ve been reading off and on for the past few months, “Jennipal — the adventure has begun“, and she visited at least once because she mentioned my To Do list on her response.  Whenever I leave comments online from this point on, I will be Sebastian Saw.

Fantasy Basketball

October 21, 2010

My friend Marty invited me to join his fantasy basketball league.  Now, I don’t mean to brag but I did win a 12-team Yahoo public league in 2006.  That allowed me to join the Winner’s League in 2007 where I finished… 11th out of 12.  I think 2006 was a fluke, since my basketball knowledge is fairly limited.  I’ll get home around 8pm tonight so that will give me just enough time to have dinner and do some research before the draft begins at 9.

Yes, I do have to study… but I guess I can spare a couple of hours now for a seasonlong enjoyment.  Only 12 days to go…

This league is mostly comprised of Marty’s friends, which would make me feel a little guilty if I won.  That is because many years ago, I was invited to play poker with those guys and won a little bit of money.  I wanted to give them a chance to win it back, but a second game never happened.  Or maybe they didn’t invite me because I’m too good.  In that case, first place will be a sweet revenge.