I’m at a loss for what to write about tonight.
I didn’t post last night because my friend Tom and I launched our theatre blog and we were discussing that till almost 5:00 a.m.
I’m worried about being too whiney about my restaurant job.
My ankle hurt tonight for the first time in almost a week.
And it’s 4:22 a.m. and I would have liked to have been asleep four hours ago.
And I’m a little bothered that I haven’t been stopping by the people I like’s blogs recently because my schedule is so insane. I get to bed around 4:30 or 5:00. I get up around noon. By the time I really wake up it’s time to shower and get to work. I get there at 4:00 and tonight I didn’t leave until almost 2:45. So it’s hard to find time to do anything other than sleep.
As far as bitching about my job. I had a great night. I only got two really crappy tips tonight. One was 7 bucks on 100. And the other 13 on 150. The latter was from a group of people that I knew wouldn’t tip. In my time at this job their is only one group of people that has yet to surprise me where tipping is concerned. The minute they are put in my station I know that it’s going to be worth around 10% or less. And they always prove me right. And yet you’d be hard pressed to say they don’t get the same service that everyone else gets. They just reward you differently. The thing that sucked about tonights group was that they were out celebrating the new job that one of them had landed at a high profile financial organization. Of course I don’t think she’ll last long if she can’t tell the difference between 10% and 20%. But that’s just my opinion.
I also got to be a little bitchy at one of my co-workers tonight. It was around 1:45. The restaurant had been closed for 30 minutes but I still had tables and not all of them had paid. I don’t like to disappear at the end of the night for too long because it’s the most likely time for walk outs. And as it happened tonight there were two very nice girls from Tennessee named Michelle and Melissa. We were chatting about the restaurant business (one of them is a waiter in Tennessee) and the difference between fine dining and slinging hash. And we chatted, while I was waiting for everyone else to pay out. And then up comes The Prick, called so because there is NO ONE that works with this guy that likes him. And most nights he’s one of the people who makes sure that you do all of your work. And it’s a complete power trip with him. So I’m standing at my counter talking to Melissa and Michelle when The Prick walks up and says, “You must be Leslie tonight?”
I had no idea what he was talking about. And I said as much.
And then he said, “Well it’s clear that you are going to be the last one out tonight.”
And then he walked away. And I looked at Michelle and Melissa and said, “He’s a prick!” They laughed and they actually commented on the passive agressive way he was telling me to get to work. So I stood there and chatted until “I” felt like it was time to go to work and then I said my good-byes and off I went. And about 45 minutes later, while “The Prick” was checking me out, along with the manager, “That he was NEVER EVER to tell me to get to work when I’m talking to a guest. NEVER EVER!!!!”
He played it off as though he’d been joking but I believe that like I believe that I won the lottery tonight. And that’s not possible because I didn’t play the lottery tonight.
And yes I did take longer to get out than normal. But I also had a great night, made more money than everyone else, kept all my guests happy, including the one who had salsa poured down her back, and the one who’s order I completely fucked up. By the time they left they were both laughing and joking.
And that’s why I’m good at my job. I offer a fun experience with an attitude of caring…even though sometimes I don’t…