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THIS TIME...It's about work.
So brace yourselves, comrades.
It's a big one.
Ugh, there's so much. I'm not even sure on where to begin.
Maybe I'll start with the fact that I was the only bus girl there until we got this new girl a few nights ago. She SEEMED really nice; polite, quiet; you know, OUT OF THE WAY AND NOT BOTHERSOME. I thought she wouldn't be a pest or annoying or ODD, but NO, I was WAY wrong. Turns out the only reason she got hired was because she's buddies with one of the waitresses in the diner {which is fine - that's not what I'm pissed off about}.
What I'm REALLY FACKING CHEESED off about is that she does shite all. She doesn't do a damn thing around the restaurant and yet, she still gets tipped out.
Did you hear that?
She's getting tipped out 50% of the money that I worked MY a** off for, busing tables while she talked on the phone {that, oh by the way, was the same phone that is the restaurant's main landline. We need that phone at all times just in case of some one making a reservation, or an emergency, or we have to call to confirm a reservation. PLUS, our place has dial up because the managers are too cheap to spend the extra few dollars on an upgrade for the debit system.}
SO anyways, she's talking on the phone to one of her girly girl buddies for literally an hour - we told her several times to get off the phone because I needed help running desserts out to this huge table of 45 people we had on Saturday, and she says "I'll be done in a minute."
So, 30 minutes later, she's still not off the phone and I'm just about to beat her head in with a frying pan, and the Matre-D told her to get off the phone and she STILL wouldn't get off.
We missed 3 calls to make a reservation, and one calling to cancel later that night.
We stayed until 11pm - that's when we realized that they weren't going to show up and wondered why they didn't call. Then we also realized that the reason why we didn't get the call was because she was on the phone for a whole farging decade.
JUST WAIT.
It gets better.
So, as if that isn't bad enough, I'm running my a** off {AGAIN} running back busbins, taking plates to and from tables, setting up tables, polishing cutlery and glasses, folding napkins, and watering the cups at the tables IF they're empty.
And what is she doing?
Sitting on the couches in the lounge, twirling her goddamn hair.
I blew up. There was nothing we could do. I just snapped.
So I goes over to her and I says "Look, you gotta start pulling your weight around here; I'm pulling my damn hair out with the shite I gotta do."
And what do she say?
What does she do?
She calls me a demanding b***h and to come back when I have some manners.
-_- BY THE WAYYYYY...she's 16.
And I'm 19..as of November 1st.
-_- AND the worst part is...she literally didn't do anything with the exception of watering the tables WHEN I TOLD HER TO DO SO.
And she got tipped out MORE than I did.
Wrap your frickin' head around that one.
HALLELUJAH.
HOLY s**t.
Where's the Tylenol... >>
AND WHERE'S DEAN.
I WANT HIM TO READ THIS TOO.
FACK.
And yes, I am going to quit, but not before I find another job.
I've has enough of this high school drama bullshit.
AND! DID. I. MENTION. THAT. THIS. IS. A. FINE. DINING. RESTAURANT.!?!?!?!
THIS SORT OF CRAP DOESN'T HAPPEN IN HOITY TOITY PLACES LIKE THIS.
THAR, I'm done.
 (Yus, das me)
"Because life is better with two sides."I am a girl. Don't let the male avatar fool you. - Lord Tyki Mikku - · Mon Oct 27, 2008 @ 10:33am · 2 Comments |
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