Oh, Internets I'm sorry. I've been away for so long.
It has been crazy.
I left the day job and slept in for a week! And then I realized "OMG, I have to get ready for Christmas". So, needless to say I've been going CRAZZZZZY.
The world of the restaurant however has been going interestingly. I have not even beagn my management training. But I have been working lots:/
I'm ok with NEVER talking to Hot Manager again though. This is why you shouldn't sleep with those you work with. It always ends up like this. We'll save that story for another day.
Merry Christmas Internets.
I'll be back later. PROMISE!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The Lipton Ocean
Yes, Lipton. Like as in Lipton Tea.
What I am referring to is the ocean of tea created in the back last night by the New Girl. She brewed the tea (Much appreciated, because most just leave it empty until I need it and then I have to wait the whole time for it to brew blah blah blah...) BUT forgot to put the tea container underneath the spout. Hence, The Lipton Ocean. I'm walking to my table with a piping hot plate of boneless wings and I hear what sounds like water puoring from the ceiling. I look over and see tea EVERYWHERE. And my next three minutes....
-"OH Jesus" (Loud enough for my WHOLE section to hear) Quick put wings down, grab tea container and stop the spill, run food to table while trying not to take a dip in The Lipton Ocean, find the culprit who brewed tea, tell her she needs to clean it, pick up drinks at bar, greet table, put order in, breathe...-
Then to make matters better, Corporate walks in. Great!!! So the quick make it look presentable scramble starts.
(This looks much like when you were eight and supposed to be cleaning your room and your mom walks in so you push all the stuff you were playing with under the bed)
(Only not as easy to get away with)
So after that we figure out these guys are only here for building inspections. I texted HM to tell him about it. And then he calls me to talk about it. What I've done to merit these phone calls, I don't know. But they are becoming frequent. Not complaining. I talked to him 3-4 times before the night is out. Random.
(Funny side note, Old Faithful comes up and tells me HM called the store and told the MOD (Manager on Duty) to tell her he said hi. What he said was tell everyone there I said hi. But it's fun to tease him about it...)
Drove Little Guy to his train again last night. But thankfully I drove one of the cooks too so I was saved from questions like this "So, when we gon' hook up?"
Oh wait, never.
Ever. In life.
I called Big GM today. Today is his meeting. Tomorrow I find out more about my management training.
What I am referring to is the ocean of tea created in the back last night by the New Girl. She brewed the tea (Much appreciated, because most just leave it empty until I need it and then I have to wait the whole time for it to brew blah blah blah...) BUT forgot to put the tea container underneath the spout. Hence, The Lipton Ocean. I'm walking to my table with a piping hot plate of boneless wings and I hear what sounds like water puoring from the ceiling. I look over and see tea EVERYWHERE. And my next three minutes....
-"OH Jesus" (Loud enough for my WHOLE section to hear) Quick put wings down, grab tea container and stop the spill, run food to table while trying not to take a dip in The Lipton Ocean, find the culprit who brewed tea, tell her she needs to clean it, pick up drinks at bar, greet table, put order in, breathe...-
Then to make matters better, Corporate walks in. Great!!! So the quick make it look presentable scramble starts.
(This looks much like when you were eight and supposed to be cleaning your room and your mom walks in so you push all the stuff you were playing with under the bed)
(Only not as easy to get away with)
So after that we figure out these guys are only here for building inspections. I texted HM to tell him about it. And then he calls me to talk about it. What I've done to merit these phone calls, I don't know. But they are becoming frequent. Not complaining. I talked to him 3-4 times before the night is out. Random.
(Funny side note, Old Faithful comes up and tells me HM called the store and told the MOD (Manager on Duty) to tell her he said hi. What he said was tell everyone there I said hi. But it's fun to tease him about it...)
Drove Little Guy to his train again last night. But thankfully I drove one of the cooks too so I was saved from questions like this "So, when we gon' hook up?"
Oh wait, never.
Ever. In life.
I called Big GM today. Today is his meeting. Tomorrow I find out more about my management training.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Random Restaurant Ramblings
Friday came and went uneventless. Suprisingly.
Saturday however, whole NOTHER story!
I get to work yesterday and feel like I walked into mayhem. I go over to the sidestand and there is an OCEAN of iced tea all over. It apparently took them all day to realize that the iced tea urn was broken (it's only been broken for three weeks-and we haven't been using it...) and empty it. But did they bother to clean up the mess??? Ooh No. Why? Just leave it so it can get sticky and gross. That IS so much more fun. Am I the only person in that place that gets aggravated by this?
Another fun fact? Oh, we're out of napkins. NAPKINS? For real? How, I ask, is this possible?
I'm in an easy section though. Sweet four table section. Oh wait. The hosts though are going to wait until it's empty and quadruple seat me all night long. 'Cause as fast as they get up they're all sat again. Lovely.
Thennnn, if things can get any better, a kid vomits all over the place. And I'm not good with vomit. At all. So as the mother cleans up the kid, I'm trying not to vomit all over the place. In the process I have to get all their food to go and I get weeded.
Later on, once I'm out of the weeds I have a table who, and if you serve you will know what I mean, is just dirty. The way they eat, the way they look, just everything about them screams eww. And I just didn't wanna serve them. Or clean up after them. I hate bussing tables as it is. Especially gross ones.
I made the new girl quit.
Yehp. Apparently, I am mean.
Ok. Now that we have that established, get over it. This is a job, not a daycare. I am mean. She couldn't take the heat. I am not intentionally a bitch but if I'm super duper nice and friendly I get walked all over and then I get stuck doing extra work. When I close, which is always, I check sidework. And I'm hardcore about it. Sorry. Oh wait, no. No, I'm not.
Which brings us to my last ramble of this post. Big GM came up to me yesterday and said that we needed to sit down and talk. Great. What did I do now? I thought he was going to have a "talk" with me about the new girl quitting. But apparently no. He asked me if I was interested in a Shift Supervisor position. I start my six week training course almost immediately. So your looking at the newest member of the management team. Crazy. I know right?
Saturday however, whole NOTHER story!
I get to work yesterday and feel like I walked into mayhem. I go over to the sidestand and there is an OCEAN of iced tea all over. It apparently took them all day to realize that the iced tea urn was broken (it's only been broken for three weeks-and we haven't been using it...) and empty it. But did they bother to clean up the mess??? Ooh No. Why? Just leave it so it can get sticky and gross. That IS so much more fun. Am I the only person in that place that gets aggravated by this?
Another fun fact? Oh, we're out of napkins. NAPKINS? For real? How, I ask, is this possible?
I'm in an easy section though. Sweet four table section. Oh wait. The hosts though are going to wait until it's empty and quadruple seat me all night long. 'Cause as fast as they get up they're all sat again. Lovely.
Thennnn, if things can get any better, a kid vomits all over the place. And I'm not good with vomit. At all. So as the mother cleans up the kid, I'm trying not to vomit all over the place. In the process I have to get all their food to go and I get weeded.
Later on, once I'm out of the weeds I have a table who, and if you serve you will know what I mean, is just dirty. The way they eat, the way they look, just everything about them screams eww. And I just didn't wanna serve them. Or clean up after them. I hate bussing tables as it is. Especially gross ones.
I made the new girl quit.
Yehp. Apparently, I am mean.
Ok. Now that we have that established, get over it. This is a job, not a daycare. I am mean. She couldn't take the heat. I am not intentionally a bitch but if I'm super duper nice and friendly I get walked all over and then I get stuck doing extra work. When I close, which is always, I check sidework. And I'm hardcore about it. Sorry. Oh wait, no. No, I'm not.
Which brings us to my last ramble of this post. Big GM came up to me yesterday and said that we needed to sit down and talk. Great. What did I do now? I thought he was going to have a "talk" with me about the new girl quitting. But apparently no. He asked me if I was interested in a Shift Supervisor position. I start my six week training course almost immediately. So your looking at the newest member of the management team. Crazy. I know right?
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Stories, Opinions and Experiences...
I wanna know!!!!
About your restaurant stories, experiences, and opinions. And I wanna know what you wanna know!!
Comment me or E-mail me @
UnhappyWaitress@ymail.com
And I will read and respond and maybe post your stories (If you don't mind!).
About your restaurant stories, experiences, and opinions. And I wanna know what you wanna know!!
Comment me or E-mail me @
UnhappyWaitress@ymail.com
And I will read and respond and maybe post your stories (If you don't mind!).
Seriously?
Last night was hellish.
I worked with New Girl last night. And honestly, even if I wanted to call her by her name, I have no idea what it is. Anywho, she's awful. I like to give new servers some benefit of the doubt but she claimed she's been serving for ten years. She does not have the confidence of a vet though. She messed up dumb stuff and usually I'm all gung ho to help out but I wasn't feeling well. I'm doing my best to not hate her but I'm having trouble.
And then my co-worker told me that one of the new girls is dish dumping. (Big peeve of mine.) So I said I would figure it out. (To which he responded that he told me on purpose cause he knew i'd figure it out.) Sooo when I went on the line slamming dishes and asking whose they were I managed to piss off New Girl #2. Sorry hun but if you wrap food take the dishes back before you take the food back to the table. That's just how it goes.
I may have been in a better mood had I not had to deal with bullshit as soon as I walked in the door. One of our servers, we'll call him Emotions, was leaving. I called him an hour later to see why he hadn't cleaned his last table (which was of course in my section).
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm having a bad day" was the response I got.
Seriously, dude? Everyday is a bad day for you and that can't be your excuse for everything. I don't mean to be a bitch cause I know you're going through some stuff but I have bad days too and I don't screw over co-workers because of it. (I just bitch about it on the internet apparently!)
Little guy worked last night. And I forgot to tell you internets, that I drove him home the other night and he asked "So, when are we gonna hookup?" Uhhh, never. Then he tried to get me to stop and have a drink with him. I'm ok.
He was only at work for a few hours last night before he paid the cook to close for him. And the cook that closed for him, I didn't realize til yesterday that he's kinda a cutie. Not my type but still has a nice body....
I talked to HM yesterday. He wanted to come over last night. I don't know what to do....
I worked with New Girl last night. And honestly, even if I wanted to call her by her name, I have no idea what it is. Anywho, she's awful. I like to give new servers some benefit of the doubt but she claimed she's been serving for ten years. She does not have the confidence of a vet though. She messed up dumb stuff and usually I'm all gung ho to help out but I wasn't feeling well. I'm doing my best to not hate her but I'm having trouble.
And then my co-worker told me that one of the new girls is dish dumping. (Big peeve of mine.) So I said I would figure it out. (To which he responded that he told me on purpose cause he knew i'd figure it out.) Sooo when I went on the line slamming dishes and asking whose they were I managed to piss off New Girl #2. Sorry hun but if you wrap food take the dishes back before you take the food back to the table. That's just how it goes.
I may have been in a better mood had I not had to deal with bullshit as soon as I walked in the door. One of our servers, we'll call him Emotions, was leaving. I called him an hour later to see why he hadn't cleaned his last table (which was of course in my section).
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm having a bad day" was the response I got.
Seriously, dude? Everyday is a bad day for you and that can't be your excuse for everything. I don't mean to be a bitch cause I know you're going through some stuff but I have bad days too and I don't screw over co-workers because of it. (I just bitch about it on the internet apparently!)
Little guy worked last night. And I forgot to tell you internets, that I drove him home the other night and he asked "So, when are we gonna hookup?" Uhhh, never. Then he tried to get me to stop and have a drink with him. I'm ok.
He was only at work for a few hours last night before he paid the cook to close for him. And the cook that closed for him, I didn't realize til yesterday that he's kinda a cutie. Not my type but still has a nice body....
I talked to HM yesterday. He wanted to come over last night. I don't know what to do....
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The Cast and Characters
In order to help everyone keep track of the people I talk about often I figured I'd put it all down for you:
The Unhappy Waitress or TUW: That would be yours truly. Twenty-something woman with big dreams and not so big cash flow, telling the trials and tribulations of one local chain restaurant through her eyes.
Hot Manager or HM: Thirty-something hot to trot manager who thinks he's the best thing since slice bread. Recently transferred to another store. HM and TUW have been sleeping together for 7 months. Strangely, noone has found out.
Old Faithful: Otherwise known as The Lifer, has worked in the same place for 10 years. Thinks she knows everything. Has a BIG mouth and a not so good reputation. Slept with HM.
Young Dumb and Cute (YDC): Host. And she is young, dumb and cute. My fave host though. Book smart, yes. Logic, not so much.
Big GM: He gets this name because thats what he acts like. The way he acts you would expect him to say things like "Big GM big boss. You listen. He yell". (All while beating his chest.) He's the General Manager at our store. And he has a bad temper and thinks he's ALWAYS right. For some reason he likes TUW.
New Girl: This can be one or many people. Until you earn a name, you are just "New Girl".
Little Guy: 5 foot 3 dishwasher who wants to come home with TUW.
This will get updated as the stories go on....
The Unhappy Waitress or TUW: That would be yours truly. Twenty-something woman with big dreams and not so big cash flow, telling the trials and tribulations of one local chain restaurant through her eyes.
Hot Manager or HM: Thirty-something hot to trot manager who thinks he's the best thing since slice bread. Recently transferred to another store. HM and TUW have been sleeping together for 7 months. Strangely, noone has found out.
Old Faithful: Otherwise known as The Lifer, has worked in the same place for 10 years. Thinks she knows everything. Has a BIG mouth and a not so good reputation. Slept with HM.
Young Dumb and Cute (YDC): Host. And she is young, dumb and cute. My fave host though. Book smart, yes. Logic, not so much.
Big GM: He gets this name because thats what he acts like. The way he acts you would expect him to say things like "Big GM big boss. You listen. He yell". (All while beating his chest.) He's the General Manager at our store. And he has a bad temper and thinks he's ALWAYS right. For some reason he likes TUW.
New Girl: This can be one or many people. Until you earn a name, you are just "New Girl".
Little Guy: 5 foot 3 dishwasher who wants to come home with TUW.
This will get updated as the stories go on....
On Giving Up Shifts-
-I don't.
Plain.Period.Simple. I'm too greedy I guess. I work the same shifts every week and I like it that way. But today, today I feel like yuck. And someone wanted my shift. So I called her and told her she can have it. Now she can't. So therefore I'm going to work feeling like yuck.
Pray that I at least make money!
Plain.Period.Simple. I'm too greedy I guess. I work the same shifts every week and I like it that way. But today, today I feel like yuck. And someone wanted my shift. So I called her and told her she can have it. Now she can't. So therefore I'm going to work feeling like yuck.
Pray that I at least make money!
A Little About The Unhappy Waitress
So, I've been tagged by one of my regular's JB. I've always wanted to be tagged. But it seems like I become friends with everyone right after they do something like this. So I'm excited! YAY!! Anywho, I'm SUPPOSED to pick eight more people to tag. But I don't really have eight people who I can tag yet so I'll do what I can. But here we go, 8 things about me:
- I've always had a passion for baking. One of these days I'd love to go to Pastry School and then make really extravagant specialty cakes.
- I'm about to become an auntie for the first time. I plan on being there when my niece is born and I'll probably bawl my eyes out.
- My biggest secret - I am officially head over heels in love with my best friend and he has absolutely no clue whatsoever. Even now as I write this on my anonymous blog I have butterflies in my stomach thinking he might read this somehow.
- I eat ranch dressing on everything. No really, ALOT.
- I love makeup. I am slightly (and by slightly I do mean ridiculously) obsessed with MAC makeup. I have a collection like you wouldn't believe and everytime my girls and I go out I end up doing our makeup.
- I am ridiculously silly. I have a great sense of humor and I love to laugh and make others laugh. It comes natural to me.
- Honestly, I love serving. It lets me interact with new people everyday. There's always something new happening and you never know how the nights gonna end.
- I can't whistle.
**I'm tagging Jen-Michelle-Tee-Amy-John & Elle
Monday, December 1, 2008
Lunchtime Woes.
I went out to eat today. I usually love to go out and eat. Even though I AM trying to save.
Anywho, my server was ok. 'Til she completely rushed us out the door. Nope. You're rushing the wrong one hun. She asked a friend of mine if we wanted dessert before we were finished and then brought the check. Then, because we were being rushed, we ordered more drinks and sat and took our time. To which she told us that she was transferring the table. To which she told us, oh no I'm not transferring it. She was not too happy about having to wait so then DID get the check transferred as we took our time thru lunch. She even had the audacity to stand around and wait to see if we'd tip her. Nope. Gave the tip to the "secondary" server. And wrote a lovely note to the manager. Who gave us coupons. I love coupons but even more love good service.
We well not be sitting in Nadine K's section annnnnnymore. No.
Anywho, my server was ok. 'Til she completely rushed us out the door. Nope. You're rushing the wrong one hun. She asked a friend of mine if we wanted dessert before we were finished and then brought the check. Then, because we were being rushed, we ordered more drinks and sat and took our time. To which she told us that she was transferring the table. To which she told us, oh no I'm not transferring it. She was not too happy about having to wait so then DID get the check transferred as we took our time thru lunch. She even had the audacity to stand around and wait to see if we'd tip her. Nope. Gave the tip to the "secondary" server. And wrote a lovely note to the manager. Who gave us coupons. I love coupons but even more love good service.
We well not be sitting in Nadine K's section annnnnnymore. No.
Another?
So, I'm quittin' my day job. I hate it. It hates me. So, eight days and counting 'til I'm out. Woo Hoo. It's relief. Extreme weight off my shoulders. I never thought I would feel this could about something that comes along with extreme financial unstability. (Personal rant for the day.)
But, enough about that. Now what? I'm thinking a little more upscale waitressing job during the day and still staying at my restaurant. Or maybe another office job. Or maybe school? I don't know.
I'm thinking another restaurant is my best bet. And then kiddies, I will have double the fun blogs for you to read while eating lunch! Or whenever it is that you read blogs. A nicer place. With real napkins and silverware without water spots. And capable staff. And reasonable management. (Ok, probably not that last one but hey, a girl can dream!)
Thats all I got right now. Just some thoughts to ponder.
But, enough about that. Now what? I'm thinking a little more upscale waitressing job during the day and still staying at my restaurant. Or maybe another office job. Or maybe school? I don't know.
I'm thinking another restaurant is my best bet. And then kiddies, I will have double the fun blogs for you to read while eating lunch! Or whenever it is that you read blogs. A nicer place. With real napkins and silverware without water spots. And capable staff. And reasonable management. (Ok, probably not that last one but hey, a girl can dream!)
Thats all I got right now. Just some thoughts to ponder.
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