I am so thankful I am working as a cashier for Super Bowl. Last year I was one of two servers and I made less than $20 in tips for a 6 hour shift. This year I have a guaranteed wage no matter how dead we are.
There is one other thing for which I’m thankful.
The highlight of last year’s Super Bowl Sunday was when two elderly, local people came in to eat less than an hour before closing. The other server had left since we were dead, and I was trying to get the restaurant cleaned so I could take my meager earnings and go home right after we locked the doors. No such luck.
They ordered salad bar and ate like old people until about 15 minutes after we closed. All I had left to do was clean the restrooms, but I wanted to wait until after they were gone because I KNEW one of them was going to make a mess in one of the restrooms.
So the woman went to the register to pay and the man hobbled off with his cane to the men’s room. The woman paid, stood at the front and waited. And waited. Then waited some more.
Suddenly, the old guy came high tailing it out of the restroom, smoke flying from his cane. Judging from the amount of time he spent in the restroom and the haste in which he was leaving, I knew he made a mess.
Oh yeah. He had shit on the floor and wiped his ass with the toilet seat. I was so fucking mad. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he also walked in it and tracked it all the way across the dining room, which I had to re-mop with about a gallon of bleach.
This year I’m not responsible for any old guys shitting on the floor. For that, I am counting my blessings.