Work sux...
I got bangs yesterday. I like them so far but I keep trying to sweep them out of my face and they keep going right back in my eyes. I suppose they're just going to take some getting used to.
Other than that, life's been pretty o.k. I broke down and cried at work on Wednesday. It was pretty embarrassing now that I look back on it. First off, I came into work in a really weird mood. I just wasn't into it, I guess. Then, I had 2 really shit tables in a row...the worst of which was this table with a woman/bitch, her husband and her kid. I think the woman had some kind of tick or something because everytime she said something to me, she rolled her eyes. Even when she wasn't purposely being a bitch, she was rolling her damn eyes at me. Anyway, they ordered a create-a-sampler with stuffed mushrooms on it...which, stuffed mushrooms take approximately 8 minutes to cook so I asked them if they just wanted their salad and bread sticks first which they said was fine. We happened to be out of bread sticks when I took out their salad so I told them they would have some coming in a few minutes. Anyway, about 15 minutes after I rang in the sampler, it still hadn't come out so I approached the guy making the appetizers and he was like, "Well, I've got most of these coming off right now, bladdy blah blah blah..." so I just waited. Well, when the app finally came out, Anna *one of my fellow servers* ended up running it out for me and the woman/bitch was like, "Ummmm...where are our bread sticks?" So, Anna told me about it and I ran the damn bread out. Anyway, time goes on and finally their meal comes up and the woman/bitch had ordered a pizza with double pepperoni to split between herself and her kid but when I brought it out, she was like, "THIS is double pepperoni?!?!?!" and I said, "Yes ma'am, but I will gladly take it back so we can fix it." Not, "I will gladly take it back so we can spit in/put pubes in/whatever else in your food"...but, of course, she just rolled her eyes and said, "No...I guess that's o.k." So, at this point, I was pretty upset because not only did I have THIS table to deal with, but another one that was really needy. *i.e. always needed a drink refill, always needed more bread, etc, etc, etc...* Plus, the apps guy was being a dick...plus, Eloy *the Culinary Assistant at the time* was yelling all kinds of shit at me. "Roanna, you said you weren't gonna be one of those servers who didn't run food...and look at you now...you're not running food...etc, etc, etc..." So, yeah...it was all a little too much for me to handle at the moment so I just started crying. Shane, my manager, ended up taking over my remaining tables...he comped the woman/bitch and family's entire meal. One of my other tables at the time didn't tip me at all...in fact, they left me $22 for a $22.46 tab...I mean, it was only $.46 out of my pocket but still...that's just ridiculous. I ended up running food pretty much the rest of the night but I helped Javi with a 10 top at around 8-ish.
Anyway, tonight was actually a really good night. I was serving again which I was a little bit nervous about considering my experience on Wednesday...plus, Mark *a.k.a. Grandpa*, our district manager came into town today *and he's going to be here all weekend long...suck* but I did really well, I feel. Bruce, one of our trainers, told me that Mark approached him about me tonight...saying something like, "Who is that?" in a good way, according to Bruce. So that was cool. I ended up staying until close to help clean up for Grandpa's return tomorrow but fucking Brant wanted everything to be perfect so we didn't end up getting out of there until about 1:30.
Alright, enough of this b.s. I need some sleep for tomorrow.
~Roanna