Last night I had a young couple who I could NOT get my shit together on. We weren’t that busy, but they were a little ways away from my other tables and I kept forgetting them. It took forever for me to greet them. I got their drinks, called in their appetizer and forgot to get their order until the appy was up. Twice I forgot to refill their water. They asked for boxes and I promptly started filling the caddies on my other tables. I don’t know what was wrong with my brain. When I finally took them the boxes and their check, I walked away thinking if I was them, I wouldn’t tip me.
After they left I went out to clean their table and sure enough, there was no tip. I was relieved because I certainly didn’t provide the service they deserved. Then I picked up a bowl and found a ten dollar bill under it. Ten dollars on a twenty five dollar ticket. I felt like shit. I didn’t deserve a dollar let alone ten. I suppose it makes up for all the other assholes who run my ass off and leave me 5%, but it really made me feel guilty.
In my last post I said, “I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!” Well, a former roll-in-the-hay applied for a job. We are on good terms and I have no interest in him, but if he is hired, holy shit. Talk about shaking things up. He stands a good chance of being hired since he has the experience and we need some help right now. Oh geez.