So I worked my first real shift today.
Sort of.
I’m not on the schedule this week because someone didn’t have enough foresight to realize that I might need a few shifts. So to get shifts I have to show up at “The Lottery” that’s held every morning and every afternoon to replace servers that call in sick. Sometimes there are only one or two people that show up. Sometimes it’s ten to fifteen. Today however, I was the only one to show up so I got a shift. Unfortunately, it was the worst section in the restaurant, and I’m about 90% sure that the hosts were told to take it easy on me. Which might explain why I never had more than two tables at a time.
When it was all said and done I had a great day. I didn’t make as much money as I would have like to, but considering how slow the lunch shift was today, I did great. I walked out of the restaurant with 20% of my sales, which is rare. Especially after tipping out the bussers and bartenders. However, more than anything, it was money I didn’t have when I started the day. Now if I can only pick up shifts during the rest of the week, life will be okay.
And the best part of the day. There was no drama. No fits. Not fights. No feuds. No egos. I have come to the conclusion though that I work with a bunch of assholes. I’ve never worked in any restaurant where the staff was so unfriendly. Usually people rally around the new guy trying to make acquaintances, alliances, and get them on their side. Not so much here. In fact there were a few people that never spoke to me at all today, even when I tried to engage them in conversation. As my roommate said, this will keep me from hanging out after work and going to the bar and drinking my earnings. Especially if no one talks to me. Personally I’m no to worried about it. I’m there to make money, do my job and go home. I’m not really there to make friends. If I do, great. If I don’t, great.
I do know this. My feet have never hurt so badly in my life. The bottoms of them feel as if they are bruised. And on top of that my toes hurt. I actually went to the gym today, but I was too tired and sore to work out. So I did the treadmill for seven minutes and said fuck it and came home. I hope this doesn’t continue. I’m tired of the soreness and I want to have the energy to work out.
ps…that’s not my foot but that’s how sore they feel.