In any new food service job, you have to set your boundaries, and draw the line on how much bullshit you are willing to take.
I have personal space and territory issues. Until I know and like you, don’t touch me. End of subject. You will get a warning and then I will make you hurt. Also, I don’t like off-shift people in the kitchen or work areas. I like non-employees in the kitchen or work areas even less. Kids will make me pass out from anxiety.
Because I worked at the Outlaw before, most people know this, but there’s always one person who makes assumptions, pushes the boundaries and piles on the bullshit. Then I lose my mind and my filter and someone’s calling me a bitch.
Last night was fairly steady. I worked by myself cooking and serving for both the bar and the restaurant side. MDR was slightly getting on my nerves by telling me he needed an order that I already sent out and being ridiculous about the dirty iced tea pitchers. He came in the kitchen with one and asked what he should do with it. I suggested that if it was dirty, it should go back by the dishwasher with all the other dirty dishes. About half an hour later I found another dirty tea pitcher in the hand sink in the kitchen. WTF?! Why is this so hard to figure out? It is just one of the many things he does that drives me completely up the wall. For example, he found clothes pins on the ground under the clothes line, so he clipped them to the fence. Why not put them back on the clothes line? Wouldn’t that make sense? Wouldn’t that be logical?
Anyway, moving on…two couples came into the restaurant right before close. I recognized one of the men as a lawyer from Cody. Years and years ago, he was my parent’s lawyer. I joked around with the table, they ordered drinks from the bar and while I was standing at the bar watching MDR struggle to pour a couple of drinks, a woman who works one night a week at the Outlaw came up behind me and did the “AHEM!” thing in my ear.
This woman thinks she knows everything because she has a college degree. She refused any training at the Outlaw because she has a college degree. She gets the most food complaints of anyone. Jim & Sharron have owned the Outlaw & Cowboy Bar for more than 20 years and this chick constantly tells them how to run their business because she has a college degree. Did I mention she’s a drunk and a shit parent? Well, she is. Too bad her degree isn’t in Sobriety and Responsible Parenting.
So College Girl (she’s in her late 30s but College Woman doesn’t sound right) AHEM!s me.
“Those couples who came over to the restaurant? You need to be on your toes with them,” she slurred.
“Yes. He is a very influential lawyer and you need to treat him right.”
“Yes, his name is George Shivington and he’s a very important lawyer.”
Okay, George is his brother and she completely slaughtered his last name, which showed she was talking out her ass and furthermore, bitch, don’t tell me how to do my job. Been doing it longer and making more money at it than the average bear.
This is when I decided to draw my bullshit line in the sand.
“Are you sure that’s George?”
“Well, I’m positive that George is his brother since I’ve known both of them for most of my life. You need to shut your pie hole and mind your own business.”
“I was just giving you a head’s up.”
I picked up the drinks and walked away from her. About 3 minutes later, her boyfriend (who also tends bar once a week) came into the restaurant, but when he saw other people, he turned around and left.
After the people left, he came back into the restaurant. I was sweeping the floor and he got all up in my personal space, not saying anything, just getting too close. I warned him to back off and he got closer. I choked down on the broom handle so it was less of a sweeping instrument and more of a bat. I warned him again to get out of my space as I planned an escape route into the kitchen to the knife rack. He stood close for a second more, then he backed up and left.
This shit is not going to work out. I’m not talking about my job, I’m talking about working with morons who think they can bully me. I try to be polite, but my nature is hostile and aggressive. I’m not sure if I should say anything to Jim & Sharron, I’m certainly going to say something to the boyfriend when I go to work today, and I will make sure to lock the door between the bar and the restaurant when I’m closing from now on.
Why can’t everything be daffodils and puppies?