The SW is not going to make it through my notice period. I thought there was hope for her. I gave her kudos a couple of times, but last night I came so so so close to telling her off I had to shove my fist in my mouth.
We were NOT busy. In fact, it was the worst Wednesday night we’ve had in a long time. We had a few tables before the SW got there, but pretty much nothing after that. She’s on this big kick about servers standing in the waitstation. We should be out
annoying attending to our tables. That’s all fine and good, but you can only visit a table so many times before they want to stab you with a fork and start punishing you financially.
Her other suggestion is that we clean. I am NOT starting a cleaning project during what should be our dinner rush and since I cleaned what appeared to be dried cum off the men’s bathroom wall on Tuesday night, she can fuck right off.
She was as nervous as a cat covering shit when we got 4 tables all at once. Four tables split between 2 servers. Wow! My first table was a family of 5 and as I prepared their drinks, Angel sat a table of 4 men. The SW asked if I wanted her to take water to the men, and since I figured I was going to take the family’s order when I delivered their drinks I agreed to it.
I dropped the drinks for the family and they asked for a little more time. As I approached the table of men, I could hear the SW telling them about the desserts and ordering them to save room. Okay. Men are more likely to drink a gallon of beer than order a piece of pie. She should have told them about our beer selection, but what’s the point in that when the profit on beer is about twice that of a fucking dessert. *eyeroll*
She walked off and I got their drink order (3 beers and a lemonade). I dropped their drinks, told them I would be with them as soon as I took an order and moved to the family. The family ordered pretty fast and as I got to the food window to call back the order, the SW (kinda snotty) said, “I’m just going to have Angel get that table’s drink order. They are ready to order and you can’t get to them.”
I turned around to see what table she was talking about. Did I walk by a table I didn’t know I had? I hate that shit. For a panicked moment I thought maybe I was going blind. I was wearing my glasses and I can’t see for shit with them, but missing a table? I scanned the dining room and I had 2 tables, the family at 10 and the 4 men at 17.
“What table are you talking about?” I nearly screeched.
“The 4 men. They have been waiting and I’m sure they are ready to order, so Angel is going to get their drinks.”
I looked in the waitstation and Angel was banging glasses around with a pissed off look on her face. Did that dumb bitch have Angel redo their drink order? No, their order is in my noodle. Then what the fuck is going on?!
I did screech, “THEY HAVE THEIR DRINKS ALREADY!”
“Oh. Well I think they are ready to order.”
“I’m sure they are ready to order, but I told them I would be right with them when I dropped their drinks off about 3 minutes ago.”
Fuck me. The day I can’t handle 2 tables is the day I need to find another job. Oh look. I already did.
I was pissed. She knew I was pissed. I didn’t care that she knew I was pissed. Later she came in the waitstation and tried to apologize. I had none of it. I told her I know how to do my job and, contrary to popular belief, I’m pretty damned good at it. I told her all she was doing by telling me my business was confusing me and making my job harder. I wasn’t the least bit nice about it.
She avoided my section after that and concentrated on bugging the shit out of one of Dani’s tables. When she got ready to leave she said she would “get out of my hair.” I stared at her. I didn’t offer the obligatory, “Oh no, you’re fine.” I just stared.
Another go ’round of that shit and I won’t be able to keep my mouth closed without stitching it shut.
Things I won’t miss:
3. The Mexicans. I will not have to avoid the creepy assed Mexicans this summer. I will not have to threaten Pablo with castration if he doesn’t stop touching me. I will not have Cesar following me around asking if I’m mad since I don’t high 5 him every time I pass by. I won’t be leered or stared at.