Remembering the Fallen #1

Last year Darren’s sister Mel worked at the restaurant.  One of us was always in trouble.  It was never for the good stuff, like the time Mel showed up too drunk to stand up, her eyes all red and glassy, and her hair looking like she used an egg beater to comb it.  She did have her apron on, though.  Or the time I got arrested at work for not paying a fine and I left the restaurant all red faced, snot nosed, handcuffed and bawling like a sissy. 

No, it was always for the little things.

One day I was hauled into the office and talked to for 15 or 20 minutes about how I was ruining the restaurant.  People like me were the reason business was dropping off.  Because of my slipshod waitressing skills and eat shit attitude nobody wanted to eat at the restaurant anymore.  If there were more people like me, they would have to close the doors and go bankrupt.  I can’t even remember what brought that whole episode on, I think I might have said, “Hey, how’s it going?” to The Manager on a bad day.

When I came out of the office, Mel asked what was wrong. 

“I’m ruining the restaurant,” I told her.

“Hey, I thought I was ruining the restaurant.”

A few days went by and Mel asked if I would cover a shift for her.  Since I had just bought a new phone and needed a little extra cash, I agreed.  When I got to work, The Manager asked why Mel didn’t come in.  When I said I didn’t know, he asked me to call and ask her.  So I did.  On my new phone.  I got about two sentences out before The Manager asked to talk to Mel.  I cried a little inside as I handed him my few days old phone.

The screaming was so immediate, loud and intense I ran (RAN) to the far corner of the restaurant (the men’s room) and found my happy place (behind the toilet).  I might have sucked my thumb for a while.  

When I came out of the men’s room, the screaming had stopped.  I figured my phone was in the parking lot by way of the office window, but it was in the wait station where the whole thing started.  I carefully crept outside and called Mel.

“Holy shit, man.  Did you hear that?” she asked.

“No, I was cowering in the men’s room pretending to clean it.”

“I think I’m deaf in one ear now.”

“So what the hell was that all about?”

“I’m ruining the world.”

That became the catch phrase with Mel and I for the remainder of her time at the restaurant.  Every time I did something bad I would say, “There I go again, ruining the restaurant” and she would say, “Yeah well, I’m ruining the world.” 

I miss some of the people who no longer work at the restaurant.  Every day wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows; some days were straight out catfights, but overall these people were entertaining and brought something interesting with them.  Too bad they can’t guest star once in a while.

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. whatigotsofar
    Mar 18, 2010 @ 10:07:59

    Your happy place is a men’s room???

    It was as far away as I could get. Typically I avoid the men’s room at all costs, but any port in the storm that day.

    I guess that’s a story for another day, huh?

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  2. blogmella
    Mar 18, 2010 @ 11:04:04

    I like the way YOUR PHONE got used! WTF?

    I know. I wanted to tell him to call her on the restaurant phone, but sometimes it’s easier to just hand over the goods and run like hell.

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  3. DarcKnyt
    Mar 18, 2010 @ 11:58:25

    Why did YOU have to call her when she didn’t come in? WTF?

    Because we were friends and he was hoping she would tell me the truth.

    Sounds like Darren needs a one-way ticket to the unemployment office for ruining the restaurant/world.

    This wasn’t Darren, this was The Manager, the general manager, the one who is gone for the winter, the one we all walked in fear of. Darren is Mel’s brother and the manager for the winter.

    IF he doesn’t get a one-way ticket to the morgue for ruining someone’s DAY first.

    I don’t know how The Manager didn’t get shot by one of the crazy drug-addled cooks who used to work at the restaurant when he’d go off on one of his tirades.

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  4. DarcsFalcon
    Mar 18, 2010 @ 14:34:08

    Holy cow! How in the world does he get away with that kind of stuff? He sounds like a teenage girl! “You’re ruining my LIFE!”

    He gets away with it because he was hired to do the job and the owner has faith in his abilities. I’m not bitching about how The Manager did/does things. People pulled a lot less shit when he was here because if you wanted a job, you did things HIS way or you found yourself on the outside looking in. For example, if he were here now I wouldn’t be pulling my hair out over Little Miss Know It All because he would have set her ass straight within the first week. Since he’s not here I have to constantly fight with her. I dropped a hint the other day about how many servers have been let go for causing the trouble she does.

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  5. Kate
    Mar 18, 2010 @ 14:41:53

    How does someone become a manager with absolutely no skills at managing!

    The Manager worked in many casinos in Las Vegas and managed a few. Have you ever seen the Hollywood version of the pit boss who has the card counter in the back room and your ass clenches in fear for the hapless crook? The Manager is the pit boss and his way of doing things is in-your-face-there’s-the-door-if-you-don’t-like-it. He isn’t the guy to hold your hand and gently tell you that you aren’t doing things correctly. He’s the guy to make such an impression on you that you NEVER, EVER consider screwing up again. Or you quit and find a job making less money with the guy who gently holds your hand.

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