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Work was pretty meh today. I got there slightly early to start getting stuff set up and the cooks annouced that all of us were required in the kitchen to help at 3:30. It takes until 3:50 to get everything set up normally. If it's not, then it's a mad scramble while trying to start serving and that's...not good. So there was that. I had the slow section, first seating was fine. Second seating, however...
Normally second seating in section four is one, maybe two tables. I had three, which isn't bad, but M was at one and she's incredibly pushy about everything. She waves me over if I'm walking by and clears her throat "Can I get some coffee here?". You know, it's just nicer if you're polite to me because I have to put up with you...and everyone else... and I'm a little something called busy, which I know you haven't been for a good 20 years. And then C was also in my section and she's nice as long as everything is perfect. If it's not perfect, she's a bitch with a smile. And then at M's table was H...and she's senile or something, she constantly forgets things, and it drives everyone crazy. She'll think she orders something, forget, and then thinks she orders something else so when you bring the first thing, she's all upset.
Well, by the end of the evening, the defining moment.. I was trying to take C's table's dessert orders, since they were done first. M starts doing that annoying wave thing that everyone seems to do there, "H wants some hot water please!"
Um, k.. I'm taking another table's order, I'll be right with you.
"And we want some dessert too!"
...Still with that other table.
I had to tell her that I'd be right with them twice, while C's table doesn't miss a beat in their ordering, then two people change their minds, and C has to complain that it's the third night in a row that there's been cheesecake for the sugarfree dessert. Deal with it. So I was repeating their orders back like I always do so I'll remember, and then H starts flagging me down again. ...I haven't even moved. I tell her I'll be right with her, and C's table starts changing their minds again. H starts complaining.
I went over to get H's table's orders and they're all whiney. C's table starts trying to get my attention because they want coffee. Then the super annoying guy from last sunday, who wasn't even in my section, starts waving his napkin and shouting "HELLO!???" C tells him "Her name is Lindsey!" "LINDSEY!???"
I went over to his table to see what he was throwing an absolute fit about and he's like "well.. um.. actually... I don't know-... oh wait.." and then he turns to his wife and askes what she wanted. She wanted her food. I didn't take their order, I have no idea where their food is. So I told the guy that actually, I'm not your waitress, and he askes who is and I said that your waiter is in the kitchen, probably getting your food.
H's table starts throwing a fit about the hot water again. C's table wants their desserts and coffee. I walked off to the kitchen, passing the really awesome couple, and I told them that I'd be right with them. So I get everyone's desserts and bring them back out, and the hot water, and now they're all "happy". I went to the awesome couple and she comments that I'm late. Everything happened right behind her. She knows exactly how busy we get, I'd expect out of everyone that she'd be sympathetic.
*headdesk*
I told Mike, the new guy, that if there's a homicide tonight, I swear it's not my fault. I have a feeling that tomorrow won't be so much fun either. I'm going to talk to the new hostess about getting it off though. I keep saying that, but this time I'm going to, because two people have wanted more hours and I kind of want like.. a day off. Since you know, I don't have one and it's slowly killing me. Seriously, my mental health is NOT good right now. Ugh. I have a criminology test on monday and not much time to study. Then I'm interviewing Hoffie tomorrow for the career whatever crap thing.
Ugh, life sucks.
Normally second seating in section four is one, maybe two tables. I had three, which isn't bad, but M was at one and she's incredibly pushy about everything. She waves me over if I'm walking by and clears her throat "Can I get some coffee here?". You know, it's just nicer if you're polite to me because I have to put up with you...and everyone else... and I'm a little something called busy, which I know you haven't been for a good 20 years. And then C was also in my section and she's nice as long as everything is perfect. If it's not perfect, she's a bitch with a smile. And then at M's table was H...and she's senile or something, she constantly forgets things, and it drives everyone crazy. She'll think she orders something, forget, and then thinks she orders something else so when you bring the first thing, she's all upset.
Well, by the end of the evening, the defining moment.. I was trying to take C's table's dessert orders, since they were done first. M starts doing that annoying wave thing that everyone seems to do there, "H wants some hot water please!"
Um, k.. I'm taking another table's order, I'll be right with you.
"And we want some dessert too!"
...Still with that other table.
I had to tell her that I'd be right with them twice, while C's table doesn't miss a beat in their ordering, then two people change their minds, and C has to complain that it's the third night in a row that there's been cheesecake for the sugarfree dessert. Deal with it. So I was repeating their orders back like I always do so I'll remember, and then H starts flagging me down again. ...I haven't even moved. I tell her I'll be right with her, and C's table starts changing their minds again. H starts complaining.
I went over to get H's table's orders and they're all whiney. C's table starts trying to get my attention because they want coffee. Then the super annoying guy from last sunday, who wasn't even in my section, starts waving his napkin and shouting "HELLO!???" C tells him "Her name is Lindsey!" "LINDSEY!???"
I went over to his table to see what he was throwing an absolute fit about and he's like "well.. um.. actually... I don't know-... oh wait.." and then he turns to his wife and askes what she wanted. She wanted her food. I didn't take their order, I have no idea where their food is. So I told the guy that actually, I'm not your waitress, and he askes who is and I said that your waiter is in the kitchen, probably getting your food.
H's table starts throwing a fit about the hot water again. C's table wants their desserts and coffee. I walked off to the kitchen, passing the really awesome couple, and I told them that I'd be right with them. So I get everyone's desserts and bring them back out, and the hot water, and now they're all "happy". I went to the awesome couple and she comments that I'm late. Everything happened right behind her. She knows exactly how busy we get, I'd expect out of everyone that she'd be sympathetic.
*headdesk*
I told Mike, the new guy, that if there's a homicide tonight, I swear it's not my fault. I have a feeling that tomorrow won't be so much fun either. I'm going to talk to the new hostess about getting it off though. I keep saying that, but this time I'm going to, because two people have wanted more hours and I kind of want like.. a day off. Since you know, I don't have one and it's slowly killing me. Seriously, my mental health is NOT good right now. Ugh. I have a criminology test on monday and not much time to study. Then I'm interviewing Hoffie tomorrow for the career whatever crap thing.
Ugh, life sucks.