This past weekend, I legitimately and truly and really wanted to kill somebody. Not my coworkers, but the customers (as per usual). Friday night, I arrived at 5:00 for my shift and we were already pretty busy. I got situated and then I had Granny and Paps come up and say they had eight people. All my big tables were already taken, so they asked me to push two tables (in two different sections) together to seat them. Now, if you work in a restaurant, joining two tables belonging to two separate servers for one party is a b*tch. Why? Who the f*ck is going to get it?! So, I got my manager’s permission and pushed them together. They brought in five noisy children, and one of the tables near them, moved to a different one. This irritated me and threw the server off. From there, everyone kept coming in and nobody was leaving.
I soon found myself on a wait and people couldn’t grasp that it was almost forty minutes. Then, I got the Incredible Bulk dragging himself through the door. I told him the wait time and he really gave me a hard time. He wanted to go at the end of a long table, which was occupied at the other end. I told him we could not do that and that I had a reservation going there. “But I’ll be gone in twenty minutes.” I just gave him a look and told him I couldn’t do that. “Well, I want to speak to a manager because I don’t understand why.”
“Yeah, because you’ve got blubber for a brain,” I muttered to myself as I walked behind the bar to grab the floor manager. I grabbed him and explained the situation to him. He raised his eyebrow and affirmed what I already knew. “Well, can you tell him that? Because he doesn’t seem to want to take no from me.”
“Alright. Where is he?” my manager asked.
“Turn around. You can’t miss him,” I sarcastically responded as I started to walk away. He looked, caught sight of him, faced me and mouthed, ‘what the f*ck?!’ I just nodded and went back to my post. The rest of the night, people kept saying they didn’t see the sign in the atrium, so they sat themselves at dirty tables, and I didn’t bother with them. I got angrier as the night went on and people kept being idiots.
My coworkers all said, “Wow! You’re really pissed off. I’ve never seen you this pissed off.” I was. It hadn’t even really cleared out that much when I was let go at a quarter to ten.
Saturday night, I was semi-hopeful, but definitely not optimistic. Not long after arriving, I got a walk in eleven top and a seven top. I guess calling to check if we even have room is out of the question. Then, one of the servers was late, so I had to divide her section between the other (already busy) three. Needless to say, I was not interested in taking shit from people after Friday night. Thankfully, Saturday night was not as bad as Friday night. My coworkers commented on that, and how I didn’t look like I wanted to decapitate somebody. That was good. We’ll see how this weekend goes.
And on that note, it’s been real!
It's Been Real! 