I'm A Little Ticked
So today I went into work at 12. Ok, actually it isn't today as it is the 17th and I'm talking about the 16th. But because I have not yet gone to sleep and woken up, nor has the sun come up, when I say today I mean the 16th and not the 17th. We clear?
Anyway, today I woke up and went to work at 12. I was supposed to work till A, which means as soon as the dinner rush is over I get to be the first wait to leave. It's not a set time, but I'm usually out by 8, at the latest.
So I'm working, doing my stuff, and 4 o'clock rolls around. At this time I'm supposed to have two more servers show up and keep me company. Both of which were supposed to show up yesterday. And didn't. I'm gonna let you know what both of them did. They both didn't show up. So now it's just me and we are getting closer and closer to the start of the dinner rush.
(Also I was supposed to learn how to do the 4 o'clock shift change money count and paperwork, but my manager was elbow deep in a clogged drain at the time. Couldn't really learn the paperwork when she's doing that.)
At 5 the closer shows up, at least there's another wait. But it's only us, and it's not looking like there's gonna be anyone else. Tuesday and Wednesday kicked our asses this week and we were not prepared for another one. Things were not looking good. The manager was calling someone who said they would be around to come in, but he wasn't answering and it's looking like he isn't coming in. Not good.
But it was alright, kinda. One of the cooks helped us bus some tables and I don't think we had a 20 minute table. Which is awesome. But I was running around and freaking out at the manager who was in turn freaking out at us because we aren't seating the door when we have to put the orders in for the pizzas so they can be made and out on the table in under 20 minutes. But we got through that and then the real fun started.
Normally all the waits have a set amount of work to do based on their order of getting off tables. And it all depends on the number of waits present. These lists, however, are going off the assumption there's a minimum of 3 waits.
We didn't have that minimum.
So I, as an employee working through the ranks, felt the best course of action would be to split the work that needed to be done in order to close the wait side in half and proceed from there. So I grabbed, literally, all the knives and forks that had been used that night and washed them in order to roll them all in their little cacoons to be on the tables. This is a job everyone hates. It isn't hard, it's just tedious and time consuming. So I took it upon myself to do this because it gave me the opportunity to sit down for awhile. Yeah, how about an hour. That's how long it took.
Meanwhile the other wait is closing only his side of the dining room (my side only had the tables cleaned and ready to be set, but none had been closed for the night). In order to close a table one must make sure the shakers are all filled, there's enough placemats, silverware and plates, the candle is out and the floor is vacuumed around it. I was hoping he would do all the tables that needed this to be done to, not just those in his section if there were 3 waits on, but he stopped at his imaginary line. In fact there is one table that straddles the line. He did his half, but didn't put one plate and one silverware wrapping down that would have closed my side. Then he pulled the vacuum out and only did his half.
And I was going to write more, but it's getting late and I need some freaking sleep. Luckily I was working with Amy and was able to vent as soon as he left, so I feel a little better. But, I think, the only thing I can really be mad at him for, not because I thought we would split it all up 50-50, but because he was only doing what the closing wait was to do, and didn't even do all that. And he went out of his way to make sure he didn't do anything to help me at all. He had to sweep and mop the front tiles. There's a rug that's I'm supposed to roll up first, before he can sweep it. Instead of him rolling the rug up, he pulls it halfway into the dining room, folds it in half, and leaves it there. I was irate.
So really, I guess it's stuff like that that bothers me. That instead of doing a little thing to help me, he's only worrying about himself. And then he still doesn't do all he has to do and it dicks me over because I'm opening tomorrow and what he didn't do I still have to do in the morning. So I'm a little angry right now. And I should stop typing.
And yes, I realize this probably makes no sense, but that's what I do best. I still haven't read my last post, I'm too scared to read what I wrote, just because I have no idea what I said and what I tried to say.
But on a lighter note, I was talking to Amy and she told me I should move to Arizona because she had the chance to move to Oregon to go to art school and she didn't take it and she wonders about it now. Things might be worse than they are, but they could also be better. And that's what she worries about. So she told me that since I can and want to move that I should do it. I shouldn't let someone or something hold me back here, that I should go ahead and move. So that's what I'm gonna do. I emailed a person about an opening in an apartment and I'm waiting to hear back from them. It looks promising and I'm crossing my fingers. After this I'll have to start looking for a job. But that's for another post.
So, I just want to say it, I hate Steve and Chris, just so you know.
Anyway, today I woke up and went to work at 12. I was supposed to work till A, which means as soon as the dinner rush is over I get to be the first wait to leave. It's not a set time, but I'm usually out by 8, at the latest.
So I'm working, doing my stuff, and 4 o'clock rolls around. At this time I'm supposed to have two more servers show up and keep me company. Both of which were supposed to show up yesterday. And didn't. I'm gonna let you know what both of them did. They both didn't show up. So now it's just me and we are getting closer and closer to the start of the dinner rush.
(Also I was supposed to learn how to do the 4 o'clock shift change money count and paperwork, but my manager was elbow deep in a clogged drain at the time. Couldn't really learn the paperwork when she's doing that.)
At 5 the closer shows up, at least there's another wait. But it's only us, and it's not looking like there's gonna be anyone else. Tuesday and Wednesday kicked our asses this week and we were not prepared for another one. Things were not looking good. The manager was calling someone who said they would be around to come in, but he wasn't answering and it's looking like he isn't coming in. Not good.
But it was alright, kinda. One of the cooks helped us bus some tables and I don't think we had a 20 minute table. Which is awesome. But I was running around and freaking out at the manager who was in turn freaking out at us because we aren't seating the door when we have to put the orders in for the pizzas so they can be made and out on the table in under 20 minutes. But we got through that and then the real fun started.
Normally all the waits have a set amount of work to do based on their order of getting off tables. And it all depends on the number of waits present. These lists, however, are going off the assumption there's a minimum of 3 waits.
We didn't have that minimum.
So I, as an employee working through the ranks, felt the best course of action would be to split the work that needed to be done in order to close the wait side in half and proceed from there. So I grabbed, literally, all the knives and forks that had been used that night and washed them in order to roll them all in their little cacoons to be on the tables. This is a job everyone hates. It isn't hard, it's just tedious and time consuming. So I took it upon myself to do this because it gave me the opportunity to sit down for awhile. Yeah, how about an hour. That's how long it took.
Meanwhile the other wait is closing only his side of the dining room (my side only had the tables cleaned and ready to be set, but none had been closed for the night). In order to close a table one must make sure the shakers are all filled, there's enough placemats, silverware and plates, the candle is out and the floor is vacuumed around it. I was hoping he would do all the tables that needed this to be done to, not just those in his section if there were 3 waits on, but he stopped at his imaginary line. In fact there is one table that straddles the line. He did his half, but didn't put one plate and one silverware wrapping down that would have closed my side. Then he pulled the vacuum out and only did his half.
And I was going to write more, but it's getting late and I need some freaking sleep. Luckily I was working with Amy and was able to vent as soon as he left, so I feel a little better. But, I think, the only thing I can really be mad at him for, not because I thought we would split it all up 50-50, but because he was only doing what the closing wait was to do, and didn't even do all that. And he went out of his way to make sure he didn't do anything to help me at all. He had to sweep and mop the front tiles. There's a rug that's I'm supposed to roll up first, before he can sweep it. Instead of him rolling the rug up, he pulls it halfway into the dining room, folds it in half, and leaves it there. I was irate.
So really, I guess it's stuff like that that bothers me. That instead of doing a little thing to help me, he's only worrying about himself. And then he still doesn't do all he has to do and it dicks me over because I'm opening tomorrow and what he didn't do I still have to do in the morning. So I'm a little angry right now. And I should stop typing.
And yes, I realize this probably makes no sense, but that's what I do best. I still haven't read my last post, I'm too scared to read what I wrote, just because I have no idea what I said and what I tried to say.
But on a lighter note, I was talking to Amy and she told me I should move to Arizona because she had the chance to move to Oregon to go to art school and she didn't take it and she wonders about it now. Things might be worse than they are, but they could also be better. And that's what she worries about. So she told me that since I can and want to move that I should do it. I shouldn't let someone or something hold me back here, that I should go ahead and move. So that's what I'm gonna do. I emailed a person about an opening in an apartment and I'm waiting to hear back from them. It looks promising and I'm crossing my fingers. After this I'll have to start looking for a job. But that's for another post.
So, I just want to say it, I hate Steve and Chris, just so you know.
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