tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73492191212918015672011-12-31T14:54:23.141-08:00Knoreply@blogger.comBlogger5411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-34889168091666447932011-08-31T16:03:00.000-07:002011-08-31T16:03:51.046-07:00

I've hung up my hot pants, changed majors, and become a housewife-slash-cat-lady, minus the wife bit. My life is no longer so blatantly sexy as it once was, but there are far fewer yeast infections to be had. If my present itch-free existence intrigues (you poor lifeless soul), check out Hoot. To the rest, thank you for reading, and please stop emailing me with requests for my used pantyhose.

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If I began a new blog, one that has absolutely nothing to do with Hooters (excepting the occasional trip to Hooters as a customer, perhaps...), would anyone be interested in reading it? What if I promised that I wouldn't allow any more than six months to pass between posts? My life is admittedly quite boring these days, and the bulk of my time is spent either pouring over textbooks until my eyes

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-18737514509749986652010-06-25T09:13:00.000-07:002010-06-25T09:16:14.377-07:00

 For those of you visiting from, Girl & Guitar, most likely having just finished reading Sauce's latest post regarding me, or for those of you who perhaps also misinterpreted my own previous posting about one of the many factors that contributed to my decision to discontinue working as a Hooters Girl, I would like to make one point perfectly clear: My departure from Hooters has absolutely nothing

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-86597192376621705302010-06-22T16:48:00.000-07:002010-06-22T17:28:15.141-07:00

Since a few of you have asked... No, the previous posting was not my last. I have at least a few more points to make before I say goodbye to this blog and I have links to more current projects that I am working on as well. Rather than overwhelm readers with a gigantic, unending wall of text, however, I thought it be best to break things up a bit. Anyhow, there is more to come shortly! On an

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It has been nearly six months since I last donned a pair of fluorescent orange hot pants and giggled over tired puns and clumsy double entendres from men twice my age, while simultaneously juggling greasy plates of wings and trying to make scrunch socks and nylons with sneakers appear sexy, all in an effort to generate income. The decision to depart from my position as one of the world famous

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Yet again I wish to state that I am still alive. Blood and tissue has ceased flowing unbidden from my uterus (Well, for the most part. Damn thing really carries a grudge, though I suppose being stabbed is reason enough to do so...) since my last update and I am once more in the state of mind (Read: Not ready to faint like an annoyingly delicate character in a lame novel from the early nineteen

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Yeah, I know. It's been a while, hasn't it? Don't worry, I'm not dead. I am, however, beginning month four of almost constant menstruation, complete with perpetual moodiness and cramping, not to mention lethargy and dizziness from the loss of blood. It's a good time. Anyhow, don't delete me from your feeds just yet. I'm still around, if only barely.

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Hi. Not to be to nosey but do the hooters girls that work the day shift make a decent amount of money? Also I'm a newly mom and i usualy don't mind what others think,but in your opinion do you think it would look bad on my part if i worked there? They can, though this will depend upon traffic at your store and your personal attitude. Some of the girls I work with simply

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-2583162232441706832010-01-13T11:08:00.000-08:002010-01-13T11:12:07.941-08:00

Sorry all, I know that for a minute there it seemed like posting might be getting back to normal. It seems as though I have the swine flu, however, so it may be a few days before you see another post or any of the emails and formspring questions that have been asked get answered. I promise to get back to it as soon as possible. I have a couple of Hooters Girl blogs to share with, a post on how I

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I very rarely use words like, 'whore,' or 'slut' in a serious manner to describe someone as I find it incredibly presumptuous and judgmental. Who am I (or anyone) to decide what sort of behavior warrants a declaration of sluttiness? In addition, no one has ever clarified to meet the standards that one must meet in order to truly be considered a whore. Is it more slutty to have sex with ten people

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Over the years I have tried a number of different blogging platforms and web hosting services and I am always on the lookout for new services to try. From my very first LiveJournal account, where I wrote pointed yet obtuse missives about third grade drama for my friends to read, to my first experience working with my own website and domain name during my glamour modeling days, I have come to the

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-34612565549624359692010-01-07T14:38:00.001-08:002010-01-07T14:38:47.187-08:00

if you don't mind me asking, i was just curious about how much you make in tips working at hooters? I worked at a steak house and could make about 100 on a closing shift....im thinking about applying. Oh and about how many shifts a week is average? I'm afraid this is a very difficult question to answer. What I make is vastly different from what another girl at the same

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-51143687471462460012010-01-07T14:28:00.001-08:002010-01-07T14:28:09.923-08:00

Hi KH!I went and applied at Hooters today! After talking for 10 min w/ the manager, he told me "it was great to meet you, i'll check your references & call you in a couple days to see what i can do for you"Is this positive?Thanks! This is positive, but it is by no means a guarantee. Rejecting others is hard and many managers say things like this simply to be nice, even if

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-60739059896274302662010-01-07T14:25:00.001-08:002010-01-07T14:25:30.816-08:00

How do you feel about serving couples? Is it a relief, because there's less pressure to flirt, or is it a drag, because you'd rather be charming a table of single men into a big tip? (But for what its worth, my wife and I always leave at least 20%!) When a couple is seated in my section I do initially feel a mild sense of unease, simply because I do not know what to expect

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-82211067888359898022010-01-03T10:39:00.001-08:002010-01-03T10:39:04.033-08:00

Hi KH. Very much wanting not to be rude with this, so please forgive any clumsiness of wording.How do you feel your job as a Hooters girl reflects on your attitude to feminism? Feminism at its heart is about equality between the sexes and allowing both men and women to make their own choices regarding their lives, their bodies, their health, and so on. I have made the personal

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-40815376073793850582010-01-03T10:26:00.001-08:002010-01-03T10:26:33.658-08:00

Do you ever feel uncomfortable when men bring in their wives/girlfriends and blatantly hit on you (or other waitresses) ? Somewhat, but the discomfort is overshadowed by my disgust for the man who can be such an asshole and pity for the woman who puts up with it. Ask The Hooters Girl

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Hi K.H. I was wondering if the Hostesses at Hooters have a different uniform and what is the difference between them and an actual Hooters Girl, if there are any at all? In some stores the hostesses simply wear the "opposite" uniform of whatever the servers wear (The black uniform for the hostess and the white/orange uniform for the servers, or vice versa.), while in other

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-23162503774811356072010-01-02T20:46:00.001-08:002010-01-02T20:46:43.570-08:00

I'm thinking about applying to hooters. I have short hair and I was wondering if I am likely to get hired because of this. So long as you aren't rocking a mohawk or an unflattering style, the length of you hair should have no bearing on if you are hired or not. Ask The Hooters Girl

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-91136784101655358002010-01-02T10:42:00.001-08:002010-01-02T10:42:29.315-08:00

Hi! i'm planning on applying at hooters here in the next month or so. I know you've already covered what to wear in one of you blogs, however, i'm 5'10" and im wondering if i should wear heels or not....I think it would look nice but most of the hooters girls ive seen are pretty short and i don't want to look like an amazon lol....what are your thoughts on this? I'd recommend

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-74239431106822906342010-01-02T10:38:00.001-08:002010-01-02T10:38:10.753-08:00

I went and applied at hooters last month and the manager said because they were remodeling the were not hiring right then. He gave me the general managers card and said to call him after the first of the year. Was this just a nice way of brushing me off or do they really want me to call? It really could be either one. Some managers continue to hire as normal throughout

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-54229744284442692312010-01-01T11:45:00.001-08:002010-01-01T11:45:16.515-08:00

A quick question for all pf us girls wanting to apply... Would mid January be a good time to apply? Superbowl is almost here and it seems it would be a promising time to get hired! Definitely. Hooters is (nearly) always hiring, and getting in now will give you time to get trained and on the floor so that you can work Super Bowl Sunday! Ask The Hooters Girl

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-15623495358901073382009-12-31T23:59:00.000-08:002009-12-31T23:59:00.416-08:00

Remember how I promised a post containing Hooters clip art for New Year's? Well, apparently I don't have Hooters clip art for New Year's Eve. I have multiple pictures for every other Holiday with a shoddily drawn Hooters Girl, but nothing for today. I guess you'll just have to settle for an image of the Virgin Mary in a Hooters Girl's tank top that I forgot I had until after Christmas. It's more

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-57785496476245564982009-12-31T09:10:00.000-08:002009-12-31T09:25:19.858-08:00

I am a regular at a hooters. This bartender girl and i get along well. She is a single mom in her mid 20's. I am in my mid 30's and recently divorced but may be getting back with my ex. we talk a lot. Even when I paid my bill and tipped her, she likes me to stay later and just sit and talk with her. Now, I have $ and a great job and she knows that. But she likes to talk about my family and wants

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-54094963493190282822009-12-31T01:09:00.001-08:002009-12-31T01:09:02.111-08:00

Hi KH, I recently received a call back from a Hooters branch for a job interview and I've got a few questions. Being in desperate need of a job, I applied as a joke assuming that there is no way in the world I would ever hear from the company.I applied online and submitted a picture of myself as requested. I was very surprised when I got the call.I'm 16 (17 this coming year), have had

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-3062800166895131732009-12-30T17:27:00.000-08:002009-12-30T18:09:33.725-08:00

I have great news to share! I have finally, at long last, discovered my new motto, and it is all thanks to a (former) Hooters fan! May I present to you the email that led to the unearthing of this most delicious find!No bun--no fun. New shorts cover more. Add pantyhose underneath and you may as well close up shop. We moved over to the Tilted Kilt for the games...bare legs, bare midriff.

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As I am sure you are all aware, I am a terribly shitty blogger. Last December I busted out a whopping thirty-five posts for my at the time non-existent readership. This December you'll see four such posts, two of which are totally cheating and consist primarily of a holiday themed Hooters picture that was swiped from some abandoned section of the Hooters merchandise website and a half-assed

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P.S.: Will be back to work and posting again very soon now...Enjoy your winter holidays!

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A man approached the bar. The lunch rush was in full swing. Tickets were coming through with drinks that needed to be made, two people at the bar were awaiting either beer or food, I was making change for one customer, and a Hooters Girl was standing by waiting to obtain change for herself."Hi, what can I do for you?" I asked the man distractedly."Um, yeah, could I just get a couple of lemons

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-13750347687710069262009-11-25T11:30:00.000-08:002009-11-25T12:42:50.995-08:00

It seems that two more Hooters Girl blogs have sprung up in the past couple of months. One, California Hooters Girl, written by, you guessed it, "California Hooters Girl," has only a few entries thus far, detailing her experiences apply at Hooters and her orientation. Her writing style is chaotic and energetic, which makes for a fun read.The much-awaited 2nd interview has come and gone and with

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-71608312143386749922009-11-25T08:43:00.000-08:002010-01-01T15:39:36.361-08:00

"Hi! Thanks for calling Hooters, your local UFC headquarters! This is K.H., how can I help you?""Um, yeah, hi," replied the voice on the other end of the line. "I was wondering if I could reserve a table for the fight tonight?"I sighed wearily and apologized. "I'm afraid we're not taking anymore reservations. There are still a few tables available, though, first come first served, and you can

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-23509086078543111292009-11-24T18:31:00.000-08:002009-11-24T18:37:44.630-08:00

The Crazy Liberal (who is quite infatuated with me and now comes in every single shift that I work), mentioned something that I found rather interesting. Apparently, now that he is at Hooters so damn often, the uniforms that he once found extremely sexy have lost their luster. Instead, he confided in me, he loves to see the girls during shift change, when the night girls come in wearing their

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-46456249516080343132009-11-18T09:36:00.000-08:002009-11-18T09:38:43.552-08:00

I promise I'm not dead, just far too busy and uninspired to write at the moment.

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Lone female diners are a relative rarity at Hooters, especially at the bar, so I noticed when an attractive, well dressed woman who appeared to be in her mid to late thirties was approaching my bar. She seemed uncomfortable, a bit out of place, maybe even slightly nervous."Is she one of the managers' wife?" I wondered to myself. "Or one of the girls' mom?"As the woman lifted herself in to one of

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-46327897145485322772009-11-03T18:12:00.000-08:002009-11-03T18:32:37.298-08:00

If you enjoy a side of mutual exploitation with your burger and beer, you might have already heard about or been to Hooters' Scottish cousin, Tilted Kilt. Tilted Kilt is essentially Hooters, but instead of offering the glaringly orange eighties beach theme that Hooters provides, Tilted Kilt is designed to feel like an old Irish or Scottish pub. The bartenders and servers who work at Tilted Kilt

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-66067129627860076072009-10-31T23:36:00.000-07:002009-11-01T01:03:31.528-07:00

I had no plans to mention Halloween or what slutty occupational costume I wore while working today, but I find it absolutely ridiculous that, during a six hour time period, no fewer than twenty-three men (Yeah, I counted.) felt it necessary to crack a joke about wanting me to arrest and/or frisk them. The first few times I utilized the ubiquitous fake laugh that every Hooters Girl cultivates for

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-28826081250232406722009-10-21T01:59:00.000-07:002009-10-21T02:31:23.155-07:00

Halloween is nearly upon us, and I have received several emails inquiring about how one can obtain the pantyhose worn by Hooters Girls, as well as a few questions on sizing, so I thought that a post on the matter might be in order.Some Hooters locations use Peavey brand pantyhose, while others use the Tamara brand. As the Tamara brand is the only one that I have personally worn, I cannot be of

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-8494294538614998642009-10-21T01:29:00.000-07:002009-10-21T01:56:46.583-07:00

It's late and I am tired, but I haven't updated in ages (due to a mixture of being a bit burnt out on writing at the moment, as well as a lack of subject matter in relation to Hooters) and you deserve better. With that in mind, allow me to present to you a few comments that were made to me today, entirely in earnest.Guy: Wow! You're really great! You're just a great bartender!Me: (Laughing.)

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-13885502822053016252009-10-13T05:44:00.000-07:002009-10-13T05:44:00.232-07:00

The following was written by, "Purple Girl," author of, The Only-Slightly-Cranky Waitress.In the homecoming post, Suzanne posted the following comment:Okay, I'm going to go completely out on a limb here, and being anonymous, I gonna really not hold back. What the heck, call me a coward, I'll get over it.To give you an idea of how often I eat out, here are some facts. I have never gone out for

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-31663138287889344712009-10-11T19:56:00.000-07:002009-10-11T19:56:00.227-07:00

For those of you who might be wondering why posts have been a bit sparse as of late, I can only blame the economy. Business has been rather slow as of the last couple of weeks, meaning that only a few crazies find their way to my bar. As a result, I have little in the way of entertaining anecdotes to relay to you, despite the fact that I am working a full schedule. Really, the most amusing thing

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-50360407953875833052009-10-11T11:29:00.000-07:002009-10-11T11:36:54.453-07:00

Several days ago, I wrote about a Hooters Girl who, despite having been a Hooters Girl for far longer than I, was completely confused by the concept of having a larger bill broken down in to smaller bills so that she could then give her customers the appropriate amount of change (Click here if your memory is shot.). Yesterday, this same girl approached me in need of change, again with a fifty

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-26557484131478329612009-10-06T06:31:00.000-07:002009-10-06T06:31:00.447-07:00

Several months ago, the managers received a complaint email that was forwarded to them by corporate. It was from a man who was quite upset by how invisible he felt each time that he dined at the Hooters where I work. Apparently, the man has been to several other Hooters restaurants while on vacations and business trips. According to him, the Hooters Girls at these other stores are much more

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-48886480014060500102009-10-04T11:51:00.000-07:002009-10-04T12:05:59.881-07:00

"K.H.? I need change. All I have are twenties!""Okay," I replied, opening the till. "What do you need?""I don't know. I'm really bad at math. Their bill was $26.83, and they gave me a fifty," she sighed, waving a fifty dollar bill at me.I was a bit confused by her statement, so assumed that she simply needed me to break the fifty down so that she would be able to give change for it. I handed her

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-43160158207781094422009-10-04T10:01:00.000-07:002009-10-04T11:18:08.899-07:00

Two weeks ago, a man brought his family to Hooters for dinner. Upon arriving, the man found that the sound level was a bit much, and asked his Hooters Girl if she might turn the music down some. She replied that she could not, as she did not have the authority to, but that she would ask a manager if it were possible to have the sound lowered. Several minutes later, the music was still too loud

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-76667179626659188572009-09-28T08:25:00.000-07:002009-09-28T12:27:11.842-07:00

At 9:30 MDT today (approx 5 minutes from now) I will online and taking questions via Windows Live Messenger. My IM handle is, TheHootersGirl@live.com. IM me with any questions or comments that you have about the blog, my job, etc. If this proves to be a popular feature, I may make it a fairly regular thing. If you weren't able to make it today, but would like to see this again, please let me know

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-16697031417751600292009-09-27T15:08:00.001-07:002009-09-27T16:21:58.303-07:00

After a few weeks of severe email neglect, I am putting forth my best effort to reply to as many emails as I possibly can. I do apologize for the delay in getting back to those of you who sent your questions and so forth to me, and I can only blame my feelings of vertigo and my inclinations towards sloth. Anyhow, if you have sent me an unanswered email, a reply should come shortly. If you believe

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-25370083951716388432009-09-27T05:14:00.000-07:002009-09-27T05:50:16.494-07:00

If you were wondering where I have the past several days, the answer is, "nowhere." You see, a bit more than a week ago the doctor diagnosed me with something called, "Labyrinthitis," which is basically code for, "you look and feel like an alcoholic." It seemed as if the world were constantly spinning around me, a sensation that quickly limits your ability to do minor shit, like walking, laying

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-18625822691444735182009-09-20T18:52:00.001-07:002009-09-20T18:58:53.267-07:00

I don't normally do this, but I loved HGWB's latest blog post so much, I just had to.After I stared at myself in my mirror for about 45 minutes the first time I tried on my uniform I heard my parents come in the front door. My first thought was to rip everything off and put sweatpants and a t-shirt on before they had a chance to see me. First of all I think its impossible to take that uniform off

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-41522908072471825152009-09-20T11:33:00.000-07:002009-09-20T11:59:36.237-07:00

"How many vibrators do you have?"Um...what?The man seemed normal enough, initially. He was tall and broad, his denim shirts stretched wide across his belly. Beneath a straw cowboy hat his hair was swiftly turning grey. I greeted him, poured the beer that he had requested, and slid a menu across the bar for him to peruse."I'll be back in a bit," I told him, smiling before I turned away to help

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-45590132010414200032009-09-20T07:24:00.001-07:002009-09-20T20:20:34.259-07:00

I am very particular about the manner in which I run my bar, especially during a busy UFC night. As usual, Demi focused on dishes and mixed drinks, while I was in charge of all of the beer orders and getting tickets for mixed drinks to her. Each time that I put another drink order up, I would turn the ticket that I was given towards the outside of the pickup window, so that it faced the

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-36580330173080422622009-09-15T16:43:00.000-07:002009-09-15T16:43:22.095-07:00

There's another Hooters Girl blogging about her job, and I am very excited about this one! Though she was only hired at Hooters yesterday, she already has two lengthy and rather well-written posts about the interviewing process, something which might interest both Hooters patrons and prospective Hooters Girls. Currently going by the initials, "HGWB," she has titled her blog, The Hooters

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-66609529689368663712009-09-14T08:15:00.000-07:002009-09-14T08:15:41.788-07:00

Did you know that during a Hooters bar training course, you are taught to shake the tin which you are using to make a martini in a certain manner? After pouring your drink ingredients in to the tin, you cap it with a small glass. Then, rather than simply reaching forward and grabbing the tin to shake the ingredients up, you must turn your (right) arm inwards (to the left), angling your elbow

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-83397133755884498042009-09-11T18:21:00.000-07:002009-09-11T18:25:27.713-07:00

A few months back, frustrated with my inability to keep track of which books I had read, which books I wanted to read, and which books I did and did not like, I asked fellow bibliophiles for recommendations as to how to remember such things. After trying out several of your suggestions, I finally settled upon Shelfari.com. The site is easily navigable. One can keep track of books that they have

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-85815678370081712322009-09-10T10:16:00.000-07:002009-09-10T13:49:54.513-07:00

While chatting with a regular at the bar several days ago, the man asked how two of the other Hooters Girls had fared in a recent competition that they had entered to work as ring girls for a few local MMA events. "Good! They both won, actually!" "Very cool...You ever do any of that stuff?" I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. "Nah. If I'm gonna be someone's sex object, I need to be being

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-12222772854407987072009-09-10T09:39:00.000-07:002009-09-10T09:40:36.164-07:00

As promised on my Twitter account a few days ago, my 150th "follower" is to be featured on, The Hooters Girl. As the 150th follower does not appear to have a blog of her own, I shall instead be featuring the blog of the 149th follower, "Arctic Vixen," The Wolf's Lair. Her blog, with it's first entry dated only a couple of days ago, is a smattering stories about her life as a young mother and

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-18927737007675006212009-09-09T09:50:00.000-07:002009-09-09T10:17:47.956-07:00

While pouring a pint of beer, another ticket came up. Hooter Mary Med, it read. After running a lime wedge along the rim of a glass, I tapped the glass in to a bit of shrimp boil. Next, I scooped ice in to the glass and placed the lime wedge on the rim. One and a quarter ounces of our well vodka was dumped in, along with our homemade Hooters Mary mix (Five five and half ounce cans of Campbell's

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-74948822438524599542009-09-03T08:46:00.000-07:002009-09-03T08:46:04.238-07:00

Quick! Which Hooters Girl was recently fired after arriving for a scheduled shift more than an hour late, and being too strung out on God knows what to even function properly? That's right, Liah is out of there! Between a customer complaint about her erratic behavior and being unable to form even a single sentence, Liah was fired. Suffice it to say, no one was sorry to see her go, with many

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-51919426514258122072009-09-02T18:31:00.000-07:002009-09-02T18:50:03.223-07:00

My day began with a flat tire. Being with out a spare, this put me in a bit of a bind. Two phone calls and a pair of car repair men later, I was on my way to work...more than two hours late. Obviously, I had been in touch with my manager from the beginning, and would not be in any trouble, however, I was a bit stressed out. I was late for work, which left Hooters without a bartender for the lunch

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-17601654544287843182009-09-01T18:47:00.000-07:002009-09-01T19:28:33.315-07:00

As anticipated, Tom arrived at Hooters shortly after we opened for the day. He headed straight for a table in the section that I customarily work on Mondays and Tuesdays and began looking around for me eagerly. Meanwhile, was ducking behind the bar and hissing at Acedia, imploring her to please, please take the table. My plan was simply to avoid Tom as much as I could by staying busy with other

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-40465624401117820832009-08-31T17:03:00.000-07:002009-08-31T17:15:57.616-07:00

The man with the flippy-flappy wrists came back in, again. For whatever reason, he asked his server to move him to the bar. As she had already taken his order and whatnot, she kept his tab in her name and simply served him at the bar rather than at his table. As I was a bit busy with my own customers, I did not have time to speak with him much, aside from greeting him as he sat down.As I was

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-63355040420253802642009-08-31T16:35:00.000-07:002009-08-31T16:58:36.184-07:00

Tom, for unknown reasons, is quite partial to me. I make every effort to avoid encouraging his crush, but, unfortunately, it is impossible to entirely avoid the man. During the week, business is slow enough that the bartender (me) often has a small section of tables. Tom frequently seats himself in this section. When he fails to secure me as his waitress, Tom usually wanders over to the bar once

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-39954559258644011762009-08-31T16:20:00.000-07:002009-08-31T16:31:22.361-07:00

If you have not already, please read, "Burst, Part I."After months of thought, torn between guilt (The poor guy can't help himself!) and disgust (Doesn't matter. I shouldn't have to deal with that shit!), I finally brought my issues with Tom to a former coworker of his, Harley, a favored regular who I knew would be both understanding and honest."God, I'm so sorry," Harley apologized, shaking his

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-91005893228532095792009-08-31T16:18:00.000-07:002009-08-31T16:35:36.205-07:00

It was Saturday night. The UFC match was on and Hooters was slammed. Demi and I frantically rushed to and fro behind the bar mixing cocktails and pouring beers. Pint glasses were in short supply, much to the dismay of numerous Affliction clad boys with bulging muscles and an apparent distaste for room temperature glasses."Hey, can I get a new glass?" they would call to us, time and time again. "

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-84980620471612080802009-08-31T13:41:00.000-07:002009-08-31T16:15:48.887-07:00

It has been a while, hasn't it? Between vacations, realtor shopping, house hunting, and feral kitten adopting, things have been a bit hectic and stressful over the past few weeks. House seeking, in particular, has been a bit of a headache. The Boyfriend and I have toured houses that are touted as "move-in ready" but that do not have toilets or sinks installed. One house boasted hardwood floors.

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-82713166879002109232009-08-20T22:26:00.000-07:002009-08-20T22:28:37.053-07:00

...I said posts would be coming this week. I have a few partially finished, however, there is a great deal of stressful shit going down right now, so I do not have either the energy or the inclination to write right now. Bear with me.

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-90297198792181776312009-08-12T22:44:00.001-07:002009-08-12T23:34:15.082-07:00

After an array of flight issues, asshole cab drivers, and ample amounts of sun and alcohol, I am relieved to say that I have made it home, no worse for the wear. Over the next day or two, I will be responding to all of the emails that I have received while away. I will try to get to everyone, but please, if I have not responded to you by the end of the week, let me know! I plan to get back to

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-394678120547039712009-08-05T20:06:00.000-07:002009-08-05T20:24:11.227-07:00

...sort of. The first half of my two week vacation has ended. Now The Boyfriend and I are preparing for the second half. Tomorrow morning we leave for Las Vegas! I plan to drink more margaritas than I can count as I lay beside the pool at the resort where we will be staying. Anyhow, I will be home on Tuesday, back to work on Wednesday. Posting will resume shortly after!In the meantime, follow me

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-23254480230534161952009-08-02T05:20:00.000-07:002009-08-02T05:20:00.386-07:00

bcuz every little girl loves Bambibcuz the Dream House started to feel lonelybcuz you needed a test audiencebcuz you wanted to show off your canklesbcuz the only thing higher than you is your daughterbcuz three's companybcuz you wanted to appeal to a younger audiencebcuz you wanted to teach your snake a lessonbcuz you love to multitaskWhy the Fuck Do You Have a Kid?

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-81441871652086476182009-08-01T20:21:00.000-07:002009-08-01T20:23:26.019-07:00

...I'm on vacation. I'll be back soon.

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-44491827416777284182009-07-28T11:54:00.000-07:002009-07-28T13:43:25.925-07:00

I would never have guessed that they were secret shoppers. The table consisted of a family of four. They all drank waters. There were no appetizers ordered. Three meals were split between the four of them. No one had dessert. None of this is typical of secret shoppers, who usually come in singles or pairs, and put their server through her paces by ordering alcoholic drinks (Did she check IDs?),

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-2882198913276626272009-07-26T11:16:00.000-07:002009-07-26T11:31:52.264-07:00

As I was a slacker last week and did not post a, "Sunday Blog Share," we're going to have a double post today. After you have checked out Shannon Russell's, Atchka, take a gander at one of my new favorites, Natalie Does New York.Natalie writes about her life as a sex worker, doing everything from porn, to escorting, to working in a dungeon. Though she has only been in this line of work for a

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-81549656480112323382009-07-26T00:07:00.000-07:002009-07-25T22:56:46.332-07:00

AtchkaSurely, no blog like this has ever existed in the annals of blogdom. This blog shall amaze, astound and confound you with its prescient insights and unheretoforeseen commentary on the human condition. This is the beginning of Web 3.0.I especially like, Atchka, author Shannon Russell's take on Anti-Gym owner Michael Karolchyk. His business a failure, his two previous marriages a failure,

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-77030002386142487162009-07-25T19:12:00.000-07:002009-07-25T19:54:13.713-07:00

Apparently, all women are supposed to love babies and dogs. Personally, I find babies to be rather tiresome, especially when they are crying and/or pooping (read: ninety-nine percent of the time). They're also quite strange looking to me; I often find myself pondering the possibility of UFOs when I see babies. They're usually fat and wrinkly, too, which squicks me out. I like dogs a bit better

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-37931067352920732902009-07-24T09:04:00.000-07:002009-07-24T09:22:07.514-07:00

Another Hooters Girl has joined the blogging community, and fortunately for us, her writing is quite entertaining! "Nomi" was hired a short time ago, and has yet to even begin her training. Thus far, her blog consists of only four posts that detail her experiences apply at Hooters and interviewing with two of her future managers. I am anxious for Nomi to begin training, as I want to read more

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-74515614854448887952009-07-23T01:00:00.000-07:002009-07-24T01:44:09.039-07:00

Every Hooters restaurant has numerous "regulars," and most Hooters Girls can claim one or two of these regulars as their own. Many of these people (who are, *gasp*, usually men) are..interesting, to say the least. Amongst the regulars at the Hooters where I work, we have a man who refuses to be waited upon by anyone who is not blonde and another who spends much of his time at Hooters scouring

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-31428751334327609002009-07-22T21:17:00.001-07:002009-07-22T21:53:19.336-07:00

Though the vast amount of time and effort that I exert composing bitchy, sarcastic, profanity laden rants about my customers and coworkers may suggest otherwise, I am actually rather agreeable while at work, keeping nearly all of my snide comments to myself. Until today, the only time that I have been overtly aggressive towards any of the women whom I work with was during the last UFC match that

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-30080696487308690912009-07-21T23:31:00.000-07:002009-07-21T23:45:13.191-07:00

Hi KH, I'm a big fan of your blog! Waisting my time fishing through websites that have no good info on Hooters girls was quite frustrating. I wish your blog would have came up as the number one result when i searched for Hooters girl requirements. I know your probably always flooded with emails but i really hope you can give me some insight on a question i have, but no pressure! OK so Hooters

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-86410928477721817222009-07-20T19:45:00.000-07:002009-07-20T21:24:13.922-07:00

Finally, we received our store's shipment of the new Hooters shorts! The new shorts, which can be seen on the right in the following photographs, are made out of a much stretchier, softer, and more matte fabric than the old shorts, as seen on the left. Not only are the new shorts a great deal more comfortable than the old shorts were, but they are much more universally flattering when compared to

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-59613911366547356762009-07-20T18:18:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:28:37.746-07:00

Today I met a semen salesman. He travels the country sporadically throughout the year selling small quantities of bull semen at ten to seventy-five dollars a pop. A former engineer, the man absolutely loves his job, and spoke at length about the method that one uses to inseminate a cow, the different qualities of bull semen that he hawks, and the enjoyment that his unusual career choice has

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-68605049443464953732009-07-15T23:57:00.000-07:002009-07-16T00:06:44.036-07:00

Classy Nipples came back, again. This time he complained about the price of our house wine, made more jokes about getting happy endings from his masseuse (the poor woman), and bragged about how he got today's massage for free at a local massage school.More importantly, you can purchase your own set of the lovely faux nipples that you see to the left, for the low, low price of only $16.95!

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-51753459395340621662009-07-15T23:17:00.000-07:002009-07-15T23:40:11.115-07:00

Oh, I'm sorry sir, can I help you? Oh, no, don't worry about the fact that you just interrupted me while I was talking to one of my other tables. You are clearly the most important person here! Now, what can I do for you?Ah, I see. You want to know why this table just got their two side salads, while you are still waiting for your burger, despite the fact that you were here first? Well, you see,

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-89002515190415350612009-07-15T17:42:00.000-07:002009-07-15T23:39:04.043-07:00

After a day filled with heavily drinking bikers, I prepared for a night of heavily drinking MMA fans. UFC 100 was a big one, and included such heavy hitters as George St. Pierre, Brock Lesnar, and Michael Bisping, so we were all anticipating a sizable crowd. Every seat in the house, save for the bar, had been reserved in advance, and I spent much of the afternoon consoling UFC fans who were

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-81540985178996051052009-07-13T19:28:00.000-07:002009-07-13T21:10:57.465-07:00

Hey,I've been reading your blog because I've been thinking over my options in this tough economy.I have been out of work for a while, I am only 20 years old, and I don't really have any experience or skills. To be upfront, I'm not really good at anything.I am an attractive girl, and I do have big boobs (lol), but I've never really been an outwardly sexual person. I dress modestly, I don't wear

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-30287228428669565872009-07-13T07:46:00.000-07:002009-07-13T08:03:12.494-07:00

Due to the recent issues that I have been having with anonymous commenters posting rude, hateful, and bigoted comments with absolutely no redeeming merit (This morning I was greeted by a comment that stated that I was a, "fithy whore," as well as one that claimed I had herpes, as apparently all Hooters Girls do. Methinks someone got shot down by a Hooters Girl, but what do I know? I'm just a "

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-70587865578051346472009-07-12T18:30:00.000-07:002009-07-12T20:23:49.461-07:00

I arrived at Hooters shortly after ten o'clock on Saturday morning. After obtaining the money that I would use to stock my register and double checking the amount that was supposed to be included, I stripped out of my street clothes and got to work setting up the bar. I stocked the liquor shelves and the beer coolers, cut fruit, made Hooters Bloody Mary Mix and margarita mix, set out menus and

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-39972002168080301002009-07-12T10:55:00.000-07:002009-07-12T11:17:43.758-07:00

Yesterday was one of the longest and busiest days that I have ever worked. I had every intention of writing about it this morning, and I have both the time and the inclination to do so. Unfortunately, my brain is shot, and I can barely compose a sentence, let alone a detailed account of a twelve hour shift filled with "interesting" customers, demanding bikers, aggressive UFC fans, and Liah's

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-68974091047973273942009-07-12T06:13:00.000-07:002009-07-12T06:13:00.512-07:00

Bitchy Waiter, is a recent discovery of mine. Though its author, Darron, has been writing about his job as a waiter in New York City for more than seven months, very few other blogging servers have his blog listed amongst their links. Nonetheless, Bitchy Waiter, is one of my favorite service blogs. Darron, like most servers and/or New Yorkers, is an angry, angry person, and unlike most of us, he

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-34500325404739263922009-07-10T19:39:00.000-07:002009-07-10T20:01:03.070-07:00

The nipple fiend came back on Wednesday, and he brought with him a (probably untrue) story about how the masseuse who had just given him a full body massage had offered him a happy ending for free, as she reportedly found him to be quite attractive. Ever the gentleman, Nipples supposedly turned the lady down. He then proceeded to ask if I would ever give a customer a happy ending, either for pay

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-25281187513125883342009-07-09T09:56:00.000-07:002009-07-10T10:16:50.621-07:00

Since my posts on Lemondrop and Asylum were published, there has been an drastic increase in the number of inflammatory comments being made. Over the past week, I have been called a bitch, a moron, a nigger, and a whore, from a variety of anonymous commenters. Needless to say, that shit's not cool. Though I fully accept that many will disagree with the things that I have to say, and I encourage

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-56932974714865271952009-07-09T07:42:00.000-07:002009-07-09T08:10:29.359-07:00

"I'll take one of dem bahbeque burgahs and some onion rangs," he decided. "And a side of yah numbah!" he added, his mouth twisting in to what he clearly thought was a winning grin. I counted at least two missing teeth. He then burst out laughing at his perceived wit, and as he was harmless enough, I laughed too, as if what he said was the most clever, original, amusing thing that I had heard all

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-47063132807988448392009-07-07T12:56:00.000-07:002009-07-07T13:10:16.296-07:00

It's the fourth day of July. Hooters is empty; the rest of the world is outside, in shorts, tank tops, and bikinis, basking in the sun, swimming, tanning, barbecuing, and relishing their friends and family. Meanwhile, I am stuck at Hooters in my damned nylons. Business has been dreadfully and unsurprisingly slow. It really isn't worth anyone's time to be working and it is infuriating to know that

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-1245340417044463212009-07-07T08:00:00.000-07:002009-07-07T08:15:53.474-07:00

Things at work may be changing drastically over the next few weeks, and my future there is a bit uncertain. While I will be remaining at Hooters, I am not sure in what capacity I will do so. As always, I will be writing about each step in to new territory that I take, however, I will be unable to share these writings with you just yet. Though I promise that I will eventually publish everything

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-35824698626099991072009-07-06T09:50:00.000-07:002009-07-06T09:53:12.754-07:00

She's been made in to a tattoo!

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-24682634281100669252009-07-06T09:27:00.000-07:002009-07-06T09:31:51.639-07:00

These works place Fairy Tale characters in modern day scenarios. In all of the images the Princess is placed in an environment that articulates her conflict. The '...happily ever after' is replaced with a realistic outcome and addresses current issues.-Dina GoldsteinMore here.

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-73450115105606174112009-07-05T23:52:00.000-07:002009-07-07T14:43:41.510-07:00

Currently, I have eighty-two "followers" who have subscribed to, The Hooters Girl. If you haven't already, click that little button that reads, "Follow," that is located about a third of the way down the page, in the sidebar. The hundredth follower's blog will be featured during a Sunday Blog Share, which can secure a fair amount of traffic. If the hundredth follower does not have a blog, I will

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-15118211839709696672009-07-05T09:17:00.000-07:002009-07-05T09:27:00.697-07:00

The Barmaid Blog: Life for a 20-something Manhattan Barmaid, is one of my favorite blogs. Though the author, Debra, has not updated in some time, there is ample reading material to be found in her blog's archives. The Barmaid Blog, is well written, interesting, and amusing. Give it a look. One Grope Over the LineIt's Saturday evening in Manhattan, and I'm a couple of hours into an 8-to-close

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-76296269035145074702009-07-05T08:34:00.000-07:002009-07-05T12:31:28.690-07:00

A heavyset man with a red, shiny face lumbered towards the bar, wearing one of those dorky striped rugby shirts that were all the rage amongst the closeted frat boys a few years back. As he clambered in to the tall bar chairs, I ambled down the length of the bar towards him. I greeted him, and asked him what I could get started for him to drink. He replied by demanding that I immediately put a

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-83094750478697900592009-07-04T02:22:00.000-07:002009-07-04T02:22:01.494-07:00

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-74068874820118945412009-07-03T20:43:00.000-07:002009-07-03T21:12:38.768-07:00

Nearly every time that a new Hooters location is slated to be built, the area's conservative residents rally together en masse, denouncing the chain and their slutty little servers, caterwauling about sexism, objectification, and exploitation, and bemoaning the effect that the cunningly seductive Hooters Girls will have upon their innocent, unspoiled, special snowflake children. While discussing

Knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7349219121291801567.post-8456880850592954112009-07-03T19:29:00.000-07:002009-07-03T20:05:03.498-07:00

*Sigh.*Here's the latest stellar email...A buddy of mine went to Hooters and did the old "Honk Honk" when one of the waitresses came by (hands in the arm, squeezing imaginary stress-balls while making a car-horn sound effect). He was promptly escorted out of that lovely establishment. So, if I show up to my locals Hoots with a real horn-honking sound effect, and let it off whenever a waitress

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"Hey, can you make me a virgin strawberry daiquiri?" Tiny, one of my favorite new girls was leaning over the bar."Definitely," I replied, pulling the strawberry mix from the cooler. After blending the mix with the proper amount of ice, I poured it in to a tall glass and set it in the window. "Tiny, drink's up!" I yelled across the restaurant.Tiny skipped up to the window, thanked me for making

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