Actually I’m very annoyed.
Did I mention that I’m VERY, very annoyed.
I worked tonight for the first time in nine days. My last shift was last Tuesday. I was off on Wednesday and Thursday and then got sick on Friday. I called out of work on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday. Which is a lot when you don’t get sick days, and you only make money when you are working. But when you are sick. You are sick. I’m not one of those martyrs who thinks the world can’t do without them. I’m just a waiter. No one is going to miss me, and there’s nothing that I do that someone else can’t do instead. So I called out.
So tonight was my first night back.
And I’m not as well as I thought I was. Thirty minutes into my shift, I realized that I might not be 100%. I was suddenly dehydrated, I was sweating profusely, my head was pounding and my voice was gone. And it was only 5:30. How was I going to make it through the next eight hours of my shift? Ugh.
Then around the same time I was figuring out that I didn’t feel completely well, I walked into the manager’s office. Just in time to see the NEW bar manager printing out a sign announcing that they were looking for servers to move into the bar. For those of you new to my blog. About six weeks ago, I was approached by the old bar manager and asked to be a bartender. It took me a few days to decide but I decided that I would do it. AND then I was told it HAD to be okayed by the General Manager. Then I was told if he said yes training would start mid-February, and it was NEVER mentioned to me again. While I was in Maine I called to see if the GM had okayed everything. I was told he had, but that the bar manager had decided that the bar was over-staffed and that it would be at least mid-March before training occurred. And so tonight when the sign was put up, I commented that it was interesting that they were looking to “audition” people, when I was told that I was a sure thing. The new manager told me I could apply like everyone else. I laughed and told him, thanks but no thanks. I make plenty of money being a cocktail server and that I don’t really like being hung out to dry. And with that I turned and walked out of the office.
And then I actually had to wait on people. I’m trying to decide something, maybe you guys can help. Is it better to get a bad tip from people who are rude to you, and make you run for things and are generally unpleasant. Or is it better to get a bad tip from people who are nice to you, that chat with you for 20 minutes while you are trying to wait on other tables and who tell you that you are a great waiter. If I had to choose, I think I’d rather get a bad tip from the assholes. I don’t expect any better from them. The other side of the coin makes me want to drown kittens. Or push small children in front of a bus. Or stab the very sweet British ladies that were my last table and left me ten dollars on 142.00 down the stairs and kick them in the stomach. Does anyone have a Valium?
And then some idiot in our sales department thought it would be a great idea to have a party of 170 people sat at 11:30 tonight. It shouldn’t have effected me at all. But it did. My last order took almost 40 minutes because it got to the kitchen after the big order did. And then suddenly my cocktail area was filled with people who were pissed that they couldn’t get drinks from their waiters. Who knows? My guess, some lazy waiter who was upset because they had been asked to stay all night just to wait on this party and were only going to make about 75.00 for the night. And then all of my tables were gone and all of my closing duties were done and I started to do my checkout, which is where you turn in the millions of dollars you are carrying around in your pocket from where people have paid you all night. But alas, I couldn’t do my checkout because the 14.00 check for MY dinner earlier in the day had not been discounted. So I asked the manager to discount it. And 10 minutes later I asked him to discount it again. And 10 minutes later I asked him to discount it again. Finally I plopped my ass down in the manager’s office and stared at him while he was finishing up his paper work until he discounted my check.
And then I get to the subway only to discover I just missed the train. And yes, there will be another, but it means I have to wait 20 or 30 minutes just to get on a train. And then it will go “local” which means it stops at every stop instead of skipping from 59th street to 125th street. So that will take another 40 minutes. So now that it’s 1:30 it means I won’t be home till 2:45 or so.
And now it’s 3:349. And I would have been in bed about 45 minutes ago. But our internet connection is fucked again. It took me almost 45 minutes to get my grocery order to process because the connection kept flaking out. I had to restart the box twice before it would let me start my blog post. I’m terrified that I’ve done all this typing and then won’t be able to post my entry.
Did I mention that I’m annoyed?
Really. Very. Annoyed.
Actually the whole night would have been fine if I had felt better. It’s so hard to be nice to people when your head is pounding and they can’t hear you because you have no voice. And so I’m taking my cold medication, sleeping late and hoping that tomorrow night is better.
Otherwise you might hear about me on CNN Headline news tomorrow night.