adieu, schmuck.
Daniel worked yesterday, which surprised me. He told everyone else in the restaurant goodbye but me, which hurt my feelings. Oh, well.
In other stupid work news, the idiot server fucked up Ry Cooder's order last night. Linda Ronstadt, the local-girl-done-good who has been our guest a few times recently, had reserved a table for Mr. Cooder and his companion after a long-ass drive here from LA.
The idiot server didn't write down their order. Rather, I got the first course but never got the entrées. By the time he figured out what he had done, the guest was patiently fuming and had said "if it isn't ready, don't start it, we'll be going." And there was no more escolar to be had; we had sold out. The GM was furious. I hope they fire his dumb ass.
Met the new sous, who is cute (and married) and wants me to stick around. We shall see. When they make him chef de cuisine, if he makes me sous, we'll talk.
In other stupid work news, the idiot server fucked up Ry Cooder's order last night. Linda Ronstadt, the local-girl-done-good who has been our guest a few times recently, had reserved a table for Mr. Cooder and his companion after a long-ass drive here from LA.
The idiot server didn't write down their order. Rather, I got the first course but never got the entrées. By the time he figured out what he had done, the guest was patiently fuming and had said "if it isn't ready, don't start it, we'll be going." And there was no more escolar to be had; we had sold out. The GM was furious. I hope they fire his dumb ass.
Met the new sous, who is cute (and married) and wants me to stick around. We shall see. When they make him chef de cuisine, if he makes me sous, we'll talk.