So recent events and my 5 signs your manager is quitting post inspire this one.
5 signs your manager is screwing you over:
1. She "gets hurt at work" but doesn't get worker's compensation or go to the doctor until four months later.
2. She takes free food for her and her husband (who no longer works there) and uses the take out number to put in orders (so she doesn't have to pay taxes).
3. She cuts her hours to the point that she takes a whole week off.
4. She stops doing her job (includes calling people off/into work, scheduling, coming into work to relieve the owner, et cetera) and refuses to hold a meeting.
5. She comes into work for the last of her things and tells the owner, she is done until further notice.
So after she left and the manager told me she said that, all I had to say was, duh.
It wasn't appreciated.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I'm a..
damn good waitress.
'nuff said.
Anyways, there is a recall on tomatoes in the area.
Most likely our tomatoes are fine, but just to be safe, we will not be serving them.
One woman wanted a wrap and another a salad.
I told them of this recall and they were very nice about it.
I told another woman at a two top who ordered a BLT, and she said...
"Excuse me?"
and I apologized and she's like.
"ugh, i guess i'll have to order something else. The tomato is the best part."
I kind of just let it go because I was a little irritated.
Then she said. "I guess I'll just have the grilled chicken sandwich- plain. I would get tomato on it, but that's just too much to ask. Why would I get a BLT without the T..."
That's why I asked you, duh!
but, of course, I didn't say that. I just simply said.
"It's a safety precaution, and it's all over this area. I could give you a tomato, but it could make you really sick. It'd be like not cooking your chicken and you eating it raw."
I'm just tired of stupidity, and I guess my nice tone was enough, because I didn't get stiffed once tonight.
More customer stories to come!
'nuff said.
Anyways, there is a recall on tomatoes in the area.
Most likely our tomatoes are fine, but just to be safe, we will not be serving them.
One woman wanted a wrap and another a salad.
I told them of this recall and they were very nice about it.
I told another woman at a two top who ordered a BLT, and she said...
"Excuse me?"
and I apologized and she's like.
"ugh, i guess i'll have to order something else. The tomato is the best part."
I kind of just let it go because I was a little irritated.
Then she said. "I guess I'll just have the grilled chicken sandwich- plain. I would get tomato on it, but that's just too much to ask. Why would I get a BLT without the T..."
That's why I asked you, duh!
but, of course, I didn't say that. I just simply said.
"It's a safety precaution, and it's all over this area. I could give you a tomato, but it could make you really sick. It'd be like not cooking your chicken and you eating it raw."
I'm just tired of stupidity, and I guess my nice tone was enough, because I didn't get stiffed once tonight.
More customer stories to come!
So work just called..
and I am going to be a waitress tonight.
I promise, I will live up to the food-spilling on customers, asking dumb questions to the cooks legacy. Okay, maybe I won't, but if we get some business there's some good stories in the near future, my friend.
I promise, I will live up to the food-spilling on customers, asking dumb questions to the cooks legacy. Okay, maybe I won't, but if we get some business there's some good stories in the near future, my friend.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
I don't always have a joke..
but yesterday's special was souris sur le sommet de sauce collant.
It sounds delish, right?
Eww, I just said delish, but translate that and it becomes:
mice on top of sticky sauce.
Why do I say that?
Because underneath the dumbwaiter (which is a small elevator. oh and of course, what every waitress is at my job..a dumb waiter. HAHA..) I found two dead mice on that sticky, goopy paper. I guess the trap worked, but how gross that there are mice there. :)
It sounds delish, right?
Eww, I just said delish, but translate that and it becomes:
mice on top of sticky sauce.
Why do I say that?
Because underneath the dumbwaiter (which is a small elevator. oh and of course, what every waitress is at my job..a dumb waiter. HAHA..) I found two dead mice on that sticky, goopy paper. I guess the trap worked, but how gross that there are mice there. :)
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
immature?
What a relief it is to get out of the damn weeds!
But what happens in downtime?
Well, after all of the stress is gone and the mess is cleaned up we help the dishwasher. but after that?
We tend to act like eight year olds on a summer day.
COOK 1 takes a water bottle and squirts water at me. When I finally get ahold of the bottle, and squirt at him he fills a bin with water.
COOK 1: "I'll dump it"
ME: You will not!
COOK 1 proceeds to dump it on me. I get him back and he gets the dish hose and squirts it at me.
Dishwasher mops the floor, and we of course get in trouble.
Why? Because he "made me wet" as the manager joked, but the owner was less than thrilled.
We're not supposed to work together and we must leave after our shifts so we don't "hang out".
At least I'm not going downstairs with the kid!
Oh, and I have this picture of a ROUND EGG. It's like a turtle egg. I'll talk about this later, my friend, oh and that movie of course.
Meanwhile, go watch it. It's called WAITING.
Oh, and I also want to talk about Hell's Kitchen which I was watching today!
But what happens in downtime?
Well, after all of the stress is gone and the mess is cleaned up we help the dishwasher. but after that?
We tend to act like eight year olds on a summer day.
COOK 1 takes a water bottle and squirts water at me. When I finally get ahold of the bottle, and squirt at him he fills a bin with water.
COOK 1: "I'll dump it"
ME: You will not!
COOK 1 proceeds to dump it on me. I get him back and he gets the dish hose and squirts it at me.
Dishwasher mops the floor, and we of course get in trouble.
Why? Because he "made me wet" as the manager joked, but the owner was less than thrilled.
We're not supposed to work together and we must leave after our shifts so we don't "hang out".
At least I'm not going downstairs with the kid!
Oh, and I have this picture of a ROUND EGG. It's like a turtle egg. I'll talk about this later, my friend, oh and that movie of course.
Meanwhile, go watch it. It's called WAITING.
Oh, and I also want to talk about Hell's Kitchen which I was watching today!
Monday, June 2, 2008
..in the weeds.
When the cooks or waitresses get slammed, we typically call it "being in the weeds" or "in the hole". Well, this was yesterday.
We had a group of 35 on Sunday at 12, plus the 12 other checks.
This led to the two lonely cooks being in the hole.
The truth is a line of tickets gives me a rush equivalent to a line of cocaine for a cokehead.
Anyways, waitresses are usually really bitchy when they get busy because they realize how imcompetent and useless they are.
So how do they make their already easy job less difficult?
They take all of the food orders at one time and then bring up all of their checks at once.
Every waitress I work with does that, and I don't appreciate it, for many reasons. I'll explain this in my next blog.
So idiot #1 brings me a total of 17 checks at once.
We had 18 california burgers on the grill.
Imagine making the set-ups: 4 without onion, six without mayo, 14 with fries, one gets a side of O-rings, et cetera.
My favorite part is when idiot #2 takes idiot #1's food and she has a conniption.
So because she keeps asking for the same burger, we end up with three extra.
Meanwhile you have the cashier and the two owners helping the waitresses and of course yelling through the window to put up their food.
Okay, here's the problem. When you have 14 orders of fries it fills two baskets. Two baskets fill one fryer and the other fryer is fricken broken. So I can't make anything else until then.
The grill is shitty; the middle doesn't work and I have one microwave.
Well, we have three others but if we plug more than one in, it will blow a fuse.
Haha, so overall it's quite a big of aggravation.
We tend to have a calm AFTER the storm [of people].
I'll tell you about that next time.
but I'll leave you with how the cooks talk to the waitresses...
WAITRESS ONE: Hey, where is my burger?
COOK 1: You already took it!
WAITRESS ONE:Well, it aint here.
COOK 1: Tough shit, wait your turn.
and...
WAITRESS: Someone must be messing up back there.
ME: Don't put up 17 checks at once if you can't handle getting them all at once.
WAITRESS: This is ridiculous (says to owner)
ME: You need to calm the f*ck down and get away from the window now.
We had a group of 35 on Sunday at 12, plus the 12 other checks.
This led to the two lonely cooks being in the hole.
The truth is a line of tickets gives me a rush equivalent to a line of cocaine for a cokehead.
Anyways, waitresses are usually really bitchy when they get busy because they realize how imcompetent and useless they are.
So how do they make their already easy job less difficult?
They take all of the food orders at one time and then bring up all of their checks at once.
Every waitress I work with does that, and I don't appreciate it, for many reasons. I'll explain this in my next blog.
So idiot #1 brings me a total of 17 checks at once.
We had 18 california burgers on the grill.
Imagine making the set-ups: 4 without onion, six without mayo, 14 with fries, one gets a side of O-rings, et cetera.
My favorite part is when idiot #2 takes idiot #1's food and she has a conniption.
So because she keeps asking for the same burger, we end up with three extra.
Meanwhile you have the cashier and the two owners helping the waitresses and of course yelling through the window to put up their food.
Okay, here's the problem. When you have 14 orders of fries it fills two baskets. Two baskets fill one fryer and the other fryer is fricken broken. So I can't make anything else until then.
The grill is shitty; the middle doesn't work and I have one microwave.
Well, we have three others but if we plug more than one in, it will blow a fuse.
Haha, so overall it's quite a big of aggravation.
We tend to have a calm AFTER the storm [of people].
I'll tell you about that next time.
but I'll leave you with how the cooks talk to the waitresses...
WAITRESS ONE: Hey, where is my burger?
COOK 1: You already took it!
WAITRESS ONE:Well, it aint here.
COOK 1: Tough shit, wait your turn.
and...
WAITRESS: Someone must be messing up back there.
ME: Don't put up 17 checks at once if you can't handle getting them all at once.
WAITRESS: This is ridiculous (says to owner)
ME: You need to calm the f*ck down and get away from the window now.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
i'm lame,
but we were super busy today, so i won't be posting until tomorrow night/ or tuesday.
some things i'll be writing about in the next couple days:
-work on sunday-including getting in the weeds/in the hole
-the movie waiting (watched it yesterday)
-mice. haha this is slightly disturbing.
-boredom at work.
and yeah, i should post something today, but i'm too tired and i don't want my post to suck out loud. :)
some things i'll be writing about in the next couple days:
-work on sunday-including getting in the weeds/in the hole
-the movie waiting (watched it yesterday)
-mice. haha this is slightly disturbing.
-boredom at work.
and yeah, i should post something today, but i'm too tired and i don't want my post to suck out loud. :)
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