Posted on 08/05/2009 5:08:09 PM PDT by Red in Blue PA
As if it wasnt unpleasant enough, this recession comes with an info glut, all this economic data purporting to answer a simple question: Are things getting better? The answer is rarely straightforward. The numbers arent just confusing. They seem to be measuring some other planet.
In New York, we have our own economic indicators, often based on the degree to which people are being thwarted by the lack of opportunity. An old standby is the Overeducated Cabbie Index. The Squeegee Man Apparition Index is another good one. Theres also the Speed at Which Contractors Return Calls Index: within 24 hours, youre in a recession; if they call you without prompting, thats a depression.
The indicator I prefer is the Hot Waitress Index: The hotter the waitresses, the weaker the economy. In flush times, there is a robust market for hotness. Selling everything from condos to premium vodka is enhanced by proximity to pretty young people (of both sexes) who get paid for providing this service. That leaves more-punishing work, like waiting tables, to those with less striking genetic gifts. But not anymore.
A waitress at one Lower East Side club described to me what happened there: They slowly let the boys go, then the less attractive girls, and then these hot girls appeared out of nowhere. All in the hope of bringing in more business. The managers even admitted it. These hot girls that once thrived on the generosity of their friends in the scene for hookupshosting events, marketing brands, modelingare now hunting for work. A Soho restaurateur I know recently received applications from a couple of classic Eastern European fembots. Once upon a time, these ladies mustve made $1,500 a night lap dancing. At my place, theyre not going to make that in a week.
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I have a good job, with healthcare. They should hook up with me.
I’ve noticed this here in Las Vegas. My favorite eggs & bacon place has a new crew of siliconed up waitresses!
NTTAWWT
>> I have a good job, with healthcare. They should hook up with me.
I’m afraid they’re holding out until Clintoon returns from NoKo, Sparky...
[Ive noticed this here in Las Vegas. My favorite eggs & bacon place has a new crew of siliconed up waitresses!]
I’m in Vegas too! And I do some consulting work with some restaurants, and I can tell you the managers are all ditching the ugly chicks first.
I’m a one-man outfit/ consultant, and know things are tough when I’m calling up my clients looking for work.
I think we’re in a depression now. I have had two calls from my clients asking me if I knew of any projects they could be bidding on.
With pix, this could be an interesting thread.
Indeed. Thread is useless without pics.
This thread is useless w/out pics.
The marginal thread utility is increasing - thanks
In a local local resturant I mentioned to someone once that they didn’t hire any waitresses except flat-chested ones. It wasn’t an economic thing, but a management thing..
I hate waitresses that look like 20 year old strippers. They always are the worst. The worst in every possible way except looks. They don’t value their job. THey don’t value their customers. They don’t respect their supervisors. They have low energy level. they have no conversation skills. THEY SUCK.
The best waitresses are the ones that look like they were stay at home moms 5 years prior and now got a house full of teenagers ready to go off to college. It seems being a mom to a bunch of wild kids is good training for being a waitress. And probably a provides incentive to make more money.
If they’re doing it non-selectively, about all they’re going to accomplish is assuring that when they fail, it’ll be in more attractive surroundings. Dump the bad attitudes and the dummies, keep the rest.
I’ve been eating for years at a restaurant with a middle aged, two hundred and fifty pound waitress. She knows what I like, remembers when the last time she saw me was, doesn’t bring patrons coffee before she asks if they want it, knows what the syrup warmer is for, and serves the syrup on the side, not on top of the pancakes. She has a loyal group of customers who’ve been with her twenty or more years, and they’ll cease being customers there the day she waddles out that door.
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