Oy Vey
Oh man, where do I begin?! This weekend basically sucked and the only reason it sucked was because I was working at the "restaurant down the street." I'm telling you, my New Year's Resolution is to quit there. They suck! Well, only the servers suck and it's only a few select servers. There are a few that I truly get along with and enjoy working with.
Alright, so after staying up till all hours of the morning going cross-eyed from my Gameboy Advance SP, I finally beat two of my games. It's sad actually, but all that means is I get to do it again and try to get all the little "goodies" that are hidden within. I am very proud of myself for beating the games. This is the first time in my life that I actually beat games. Well, I can beat Contra for NES if I cheat and get 30 guys! If you are curious about the password, drop me a line, I'll give it you.
Ok, so back to the "restaurant down the street." I, picked up a Saturday night shift because I am poor out of the goodness of my heart. I really need Sunday night's shift to be picked up because I was scheduled to double today. So I get into work and see that Server A has written in the scheduling book that she will work Sunday night. Rock on! I ask to borrow someone's cell phone and leave her about 12 messages (her voicemail is weird). I finally got ahold of her and she said, "Sure! I'll pick up!" Excellent! I was going to be able to make it to Thanksgiving dinner part two.
A little while later, Server B is looking through the book saying that she wants Server A to pick up her Sunday night shift. Someone tells Server B that I already got Server A to cover my shift. Well, Server B was not happy. I am sitting at the same table as she tells the girl that's sitting between us that "it's bullshit. I had my name in the book to be picked up for a week and she comes along and gets someone to cover her shift..." etc.
Well, I must admit that I felt a little bad about till I thought, NO WAY! I have put my time in this shithole restaurant and I deserve to have someone pick up my shift! I just got to the number first!
Ugh, even re-thinking the story is starting to piss me off again. Who the hell does she think she is?! Why wouldn't I get Server A to pick my shift when it's written in the book! Sorry Server B was too late. Bitch.
Apparently Server B is not well liked at the "restaurant down the street." Gee, go figure. And what pisses me off most about it is that she had the balls to bitch about me to someone while she was sitting near me but never once said anything to me. If you are going to play the "hardass" role, you truly need to be a hardass... bitch. Arrgh!
Well, I made some money last night, my tips sucked. Oh well.
I came in this morning thinking that Server B was scheduled for the morning as well and it was going to be truly weird, but she wasn't, so I have a nice morning! I got along with all the servers today *gasp*.
The most exciting thing that happened to me today was a woman at one of my tables had a seizure. I have never seen one before, but realized that I needed to remain calm and use some of that first aid/seizure crash course I recieved.
I am flagged over to the table by the woman's kids.
"Can you help us?"
I look around to see why. "Oh, is she having a seizure."
"Yes!"
"Does she get seizures?"
"Yes."
"Ok, sit here with her, I'll get her some water."
I run back to the kitchen where I tell my manager table 18 is having a seizure. Big help he was.
I return to the table and the woman is awake. Her son is terrified and her daughter is trying to talk to her.
"I brought over some water. Take your time drinking it." This is really not going to do anything for people who had a seizure, but I felt the need to stay calm for her son's sake.
"Are you guys ok?" I ask.
"Yes.. my brother is scared. He's never seen her like that before."
I go over to the boy, "She's going to be fine. Can I get you anything?"
He just stares at me and lightly shakes his head.
Realizing that I have another table, I excuse myself and take an order. While I was at the other table, the woman went to the bathroom.
I go back to the table and ask the daughter if she wants me to call someone to come and pick them up. She said no, but is going to call her dad just incase. I clear their plates away and notice that they barely ate anthing.
"Do you guys want some ice cream? My treat!" As if the "restaurant down the street" would care if I gave two kids some ice cream.
"No, we're fine. Thanks."
I return doing my job and track down the manager again.
"Manager A, I don't think this woman should be driving right now, she's very disoriented and is going to be exhausted. Can you talk to them?"
Manager A goes and talks to her and I return back to the table.
"My dad told us to wait here for 15 minutes and if she's not better to call him and he'll come and get us."
"No problem." I look at the boy who looks like a deer in headlights, "Are you ok? You sure you don't want something while you're waiting?"
He just shakes his head no.
She was fine and they left about 20 minutes later.
Pretty intense day. I am happy to say that I didn't freak out when I saw it happen, unlike the time the woman puked in my section and I was totally grossed out. But that's another story for another time.
My gig at the "restaurant down the street" sure has had some memorable moments.
The Steelers are kicking some major ass and I was told from a co-worked that Pitt is going to go onto a "big" bowl this year. What? No Insight.com bowl?! Bummer. *note sarcasim* I am glad to know my teams are doing well this year!
I bid you all a goodnight.
P.S. Did you know that the Macarena is the number One-Hit Wonder according to VH1? Interesting.
Alright, so after staying up till all hours of the morning going cross-eyed from my Gameboy Advance SP, I finally beat two of my games. It's sad actually, but all that means is I get to do it again and try to get all the little "goodies" that are hidden within. I am very proud of myself for beating the games. This is the first time in my life that I actually beat games. Well, I can beat Contra for NES if I cheat and get 30 guys! If you are curious about the password, drop me a line, I'll give it you.
Ok, so back to the "restaurant down the street." I, picked up a Saturday night shift because I am poor out of the goodness of my heart. I really need Sunday night's shift to be picked up because I was scheduled to double today. So I get into work and see that Server A has written in the scheduling book that she will work Sunday night. Rock on! I ask to borrow someone's cell phone and leave her about 12 messages (her voicemail is weird). I finally got ahold of her and she said, "Sure! I'll pick up!" Excellent! I was going to be able to make it to Thanksgiving dinner part two.
A little while later, Server B is looking through the book saying that she wants Server A to pick up her Sunday night shift. Someone tells Server B that I already got Server A to cover my shift. Well, Server B was not happy. I am sitting at the same table as she tells the girl that's sitting between us that "it's bullshit. I had my name in the book to be picked up for a week and she comes along and gets someone to cover her shift..." etc.
Well, I must admit that I felt a little bad about till I thought, NO WAY! I have put my time in this shithole restaurant and I deserve to have someone pick up my shift! I just got to the number first!
Ugh, even re-thinking the story is starting to piss me off again. Who the hell does she think she is?! Why wouldn't I get Server A to pick my shift when it's written in the book! Sorry Server B was too late. Bitch.
Apparently Server B is not well liked at the "restaurant down the street." Gee, go figure. And what pisses me off most about it is that she had the balls to bitch about me to someone while she was sitting near me but never once said anything to me. If you are going to play the "hardass" role, you truly need to be a hardass... bitch. Arrgh!
Well, I made some money last night, my tips sucked. Oh well.
I came in this morning thinking that Server B was scheduled for the morning as well and it was going to be truly weird, but she wasn't, so I have a nice morning! I got along with all the servers today *gasp*.
The most exciting thing that happened to me today was a woman at one of my tables had a seizure. I have never seen one before, but realized that I needed to remain calm and use some of that first aid/seizure crash course I recieved.
I am flagged over to the table by the woman's kids.
"Can you help us?"
I look around to see why. "Oh, is she having a seizure."
"Yes!"
"Does she get seizures?"
"Yes."
"Ok, sit here with her, I'll get her some water."
I run back to the kitchen where I tell my manager table 18 is having a seizure. Big help he was.
I return to the table and the woman is awake. Her son is terrified and her daughter is trying to talk to her.
"I brought over some water. Take your time drinking it." This is really not going to do anything for people who had a seizure, but I felt the need to stay calm for her son's sake.
"Are you guys ok?" I ask.
"Yes.. my brother is scared. He's never seen her like that before."
I go over to the boy, "She's going to be fine. Can I get you anything?"
He just stares at me and lightly shakes his head.
Realizing that I have another table, I excuse myself and take an order. While I was at the other table, the woman went to the bathroom.
I go back to the table and ask the daughter if she wants me to call someone to come and pick them up. She said no, but is going to call her dad just incase. I clear their plates away and notice that they barely ate anthing.
"Do you guys want some ice cream? My treat!" As if the "restaurant down the street" would care if I gave two kids some ice cream.
"No, we're fine. Thanks."
I return doing my job and track down the manager again.
"Manager A, I don't think this woman should be driving right now, she's very disoriented and is going to be exhausted. Can you talk to them?"
Manager A goes and talks to her and I return back to the table.
"My dad told us to wait here for 15 minutes and if she's not better to call him and he'll come and get us."
"No problem." I look at the boy who looks like a deer in headlights, "Are you ok? You sure you don't want something while you're waiting?"
He just shakes his head no.
She was fine and they left about 20 minutes later.
Pretty intense day. I am happy to say that I didn't freak out when I saw it happen, unlike the time the woman puked in my section and I was totally grossed out. But that's another story for another time.
My gig at the "restaurant down the street" sure has had some memorable moments.
The Steelers are kicking some major ass and I was told from a co-worked that Pitt is going to go onto a "big" bowl this year. What? No Insight.com bowl?! Bummer. *note sarcasim* I am glad to know my teams are doing well this year!
I bid you all a goodnight.
P.S. Did you know that the Macarena is the number One-Hit Wonder according to VH1? Interesting.