Darren hired two new girls while I was on vacation, Raecheal and Amber. I’ve worked with each of them a few times; Amber seems nice, but shy, Raecheal is funny and flamboyant, but lazy and selfish.
Two Saturdays ago Shannon, Raecheal and I were scheduled to close. When 7:30 rolled around and people were still coming in to eat, she flipped shit. Hello! We serve until 8:00. Instead of using the time to clean while customers were eating, she went outside and smoked and played with her phone. She stayed outside for about 20 minutes while Shannon and I did the bulk of the closing duties. When she finally came back inside, we had almost everything finished except for vacuuming. Raecheal hauled the vacuum out of the closet, vacuumed the rugs and left, leaving the vacuum on the floor of the waitstation. I mentioned to Darren that Raecheal wasn’t the best closer in the world and maybe her schedule should reflect that.
This most recent Saturday Shannon, Raecheal and I were again scheduled to close, but Shannon called in sick. Anna felt bad that I would get stuck doing all the closing work so she stayed late to help me. I sent her home because I had some games to play.
Little girls. Just when they think they have it all figured out, they meet someone like me who has their number and is better at manipulation. I’ve been doing this shit for a long, long time and I have a passive/aggressive streak. The other servers want to get out of the restaurant so they will hurry up and do all the work while she is outside and be pissed off for days. Glory doesn’t play that. Glory feels that if somebody is going to be pissed off, it may as well be YOU.
While Raecheal was outside smoking, I did nothing. I puttered around my section, talked to Cora, stood in the waitstation, and slowly did the closing duties. Raecheal came in and checked on her table and went back outside. I continued to putter. When Raecheal’s table finally left, she came in and expected to clean off her tables and leave. She expected me to say, “Everything’s finished except cleaning off your table.” Instead I said, “We still need to do the bathrooms, the beer room, the silverware, and the waitstation. Your section still needs swept and mopped. Oh, and Tom bused your tables so you should kick him a couple of bucks.” I acted all innocent while she stormed around the restaurant having a temper tantrum. In the end I still did the majority of the work, but she sure as hell didn’t get to collect her tip and leave.
I figure she will either bitch to Darren about how I stuck her with the last table and it took me f.o.r.e.v.e.r. to close the restaurant, and he will move her off Saturday nights. Or she will take a hint and get her ass in gear if she wants to get off work at a reasonable time. Or she will quit like she keeps threatening. If none of those happen, we will go back to closing duties by section and she won’t leave until she finishes her work, while the rest of us who use our time wisely, will be able to leave.
Girls, girls, girls. (shaking head)