A lesson learned.

I taught someone a VERY valuable lesson tonight at work.

If you are going to talk about someone behind their back and then make fun of them for being fat you MIGHT just want to make sure they aren’t in the locker room around the corner calling their boyfriend.

We were very busy tonight at work.  VERY.

We had a party of 300 that were sat at 6:00.  To start the night.  That means there have to be 300+ glasses in one area of the restaurant all at one time.  Glasses tonight we scarce.  People were scavenging them.  Hoarding them.  Guarding them like gold.

I was the head waiter in the big side of the restaurant.  The side that is farthest from the kitchen.  It has one wait station for 14 servers.  It’s tight.  It’s fast.  And everyone has to pull their wait to make it work.  I hate being over there because I don’t work there often and so I don’t have a grasp on who needs to do what during the shift.  I found that it was easier to just delegate.  You… your standing around go see if there are glasses.

So at one point tonight I was coming out of the kitchen empty handed and passed by dish and discovered there was one rack of glasses.  They’d just come out so they were very hot.  At the same time a server I like to tease was dropping off dishes so I stopped to talk to her.  About that time Angelique came into the dish area and past me to get glasses.  I followed her over, bent over, picked  up my rack of glasses off the stack.  She’d stepped aside for me to do this, I took them, and started out of the kitchen with them.  She said, “You aren’t really going to take my glasses.”  I replied, “I was there first.”  And kept walking.

End of story.

Or so I thought.

At 8:00 I went on my break.  I got my Diet Pepsi and walked to the locker room.  I sit there, drink my soda, chew ice, and talk to Adam.  I had just gotten my locker open and had sat down when I hear this.

“I’m so pissed off.  I was back getting glasses and I was just pushed out of the way and the only rack back there was taken.  I asked what he was doing and he just replied I was here first.  When in fact he wasn’t.”

This went on for a short while.  She didn’t know my name so the following exchange occurred.

“Who was it?”

“I don’t know.  He runs around a lot.  I think he usually works cocktails.”

“You mean Maddog.”

“Does he usually run around a lot in cocktails.  Then yes that’s him.  You know.  As much as he runs around you’d think he wouldn’t be so fat.”

At that point I came around the corner and told her she had about three seconds to shut up and get out of the wait station.  She turned about five shades of red and left.

I was pissed.  And this is the part that really pisses me off.  What I’d really like to say to her is clear in my head.  At the time I could only see red.  I also have to be careful because I tend to say and do things which can get me fired when I’m seeing red.  So I marched myself to the managers office and told them “I’m not in junior high school.  I won’t be treated like I’m in junior high school.  And I WON’T tolerate someone making fun of me behind my back because I’m fat.”

To which I was asked, “How do you know she was talking about you?”

“BECAUSE she said, you’d think as much as he runs around in cocktails he wouldn’t be so fat.”

I don’t know what happened from there.  I do know she tried to talk to me later.  I told her I didn’t have time.  She didn’t speak to me the rest of the night.

I’m pretty sure that she wanted to apologize.  But she was only apologizing because she got caught.  I don’t have time for that.

What I wish I said in the moment was…

You know.  You can call me an asshole.  You can call me a jerk.   You can call me a bitch.  I’m all those things.  Everyone knows I’m those things including the managers.  I’m told almost everyday that I’m like that by just about every one.  So say those things.  What you do NOT get to do is make fun of me.  What you do NOT get to do is especially make fun of me because I’m fat.  I know I’m fat.  It’s not like I need someone to point this out to me.  I’m very aware.  And while you might think your in 8th grade I do not.  So keep your comments to yourself or next time I won’t be so nice.

That’s what I wish I’d said.

Instead I told on her.

Just like in junior high school.

PS.  I have to be back at work in seven hours and that includes the hour train ride back downtown.  I’m not proofing.  I’m showering and going to bed.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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4 thoughts on “A lesson learned.

  1. catrina November 25, 2010 / 10:06

    My Mom (who I’m missing like crazy today!) used to tell me that people only made fun of others because they’re jealous. It made me feel better at the time, though I know it was just a Mom trying to make her kid feel better. My best comeback ever was “Yeah, but I can lose weight… and you’ll still be an asshole.”

  2. Urspo November 25, 2010 / 11:43

    Happy Thanksgiving to you both !
    I am thankful to have you as a blogger buddy.
    OOXX

  3. Java November 25, 2010 / 14:40

    Oooo! I like what you’ve done with the place.

    You work Thanksgiving this year? Does this mean you’re off for New Years? I hope such is the case. I hope all of your customers today are pleasant, patient, and tip well.

    Hugs!

  4. Rich Monsoon November 29, 2010 / 00:34

    I am a big guy, and I have gotten shit about it. Some people think that because someone is fat they are of less of a person, or they are lazy/stupid/etc. People usually learn not to fuck with me after the first time. I have a sharp and quick wit. Someone once said I have a razor tongue bathed when someone pisses me off. I went to HS with a few girls who were not unlike Regina George in Mean Girls. I got sick of one of them running her mouth to me one day and told her exactly what I thought of her. She never ran her mouth to me again. I hope that chick thinks twice about running her mouth about you again.

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