All it will take is a couple of more nights like tonight and I’ll be fully motivated to get a real job. What a ball buster. Except for my last round of tables every guest I came in contact with tonight was in a pissy mood. Geez. I’m sorry half the restaurant is closed for a private party. I’m sorry there is a two and a half hour wait for a table in the dining room. I’m sorry it’s cold in the lobby. I’m sorry that the bartender is slow as Christmas. But don’t fucking take it out on me. No one is making you wait for a table. No one told you to venture to NYC in the middle of the fucking winter. If your life is that miserable stay at home, cook for yourself, buy your own alcohol to mix your own drinks and leave me alone. There are of course always nights where people don’t tip well. That’s bad enough, but when they are in bad moods and NOT tipping well what can I say. There enough said.
All kidding aside, I think it was the worst shift I’ve had since I started working there. And for the life of me I didn’t know how to fix it. I tried being extra nice. I tried joking around. I tried giving better service. Nothing seemed to do the trick. About half way through the shift I told the manager that I was ready to go home. Of course since I was closing she just laughed at me. To make matters worse because I was having a bad evening, the time came to a stand still. It was 7:30 at least four times when I checked the clock on the computer. How is that possible?
Luckily, these nights seem to be few and far between. I’m hoping this is the last of them for a while. I don’t think I could take it again tomorrow night.