and one more thing...
I know I said I should leave work at work, but I just couldn't do it. I had to complain more.
As soon as I signed off earlier, work called me and asked me to come in (on my only day off in 7 days). However, they did give me Friday off in return, and Tuesday ended up coming off too. Friday is a bad day to give up (lots of moolah) but I really couldn't care less.
So I go in to work, and one of the people I trained with (who I really got along with) decided the job was too hard and went to work the front desk where I'll never see him. That sucks. Then, I got a lot of crappy tips (I'm talkin like, under 10%) for no reason. BUT, this story tops them all. Lisa's first no-tip :)
At the very end of the night I have this family, 2 adults 2 kids, seat themselves at my table (keeping in mind we have a host that does this). As I walk up, they're already yelling questions at me and asking me how much everything costs. NOTE TO EVERYONE: do NOT ask how much things cost at a decently priced restaurant. Its incredibly rude and tacky, not to mention its most likely written in the meu. If its not written in the menu, and you still feel the desire to ask, then its probably too expensive for you. So they asked the price of everything, dismissing many things as "too expensive" and trying to order things that were not on the menu. Also, the guy asks me if we have "Steel Reserve." If you don't know what that is, its a fuckin ghetto ass malt (like a 40) that no respectable restaurant would ever carry. I told him politely that we didn't carry it. So they proceed to order a million things, cancel them, order more, and order tons of shit with their kids all yelling and crying. I bring everything out just like they asked with a smile and politely get them anything they wanted. To top it off, it was 2 of their birthdays (and I personally think they were just saying that to try and get free dessert, but luckily we don't do that) so they ordered 2 desserts and asked me to sing happy birthday. So I round up all the staff and light the candle and do the whole shmeer. So they finish up, their kids are ALL over the place, and I give them their bill of about $50. Its a credit card, so I run it through, and give her the paper to sign, and tell them to have a nice evening.
A minute or two after they leave, I find the bill-book empty except for my pen. I desperately need the signed copy of the receipt or else I get in serious trouble and most likely have to pay their bill myself. So I remember them saying they were going to the game room, so I run all the way over there and find them. They look a little worried, so I walk up and ask for the receipt. She had it crumpled in her purse, and hadn't even signed it. So I ask her to sign it, and I hold the book for her while she signs the copy and leaves me NO TIP. I was fucking standing right there, holding the book, watching her sign it with my fucking pen, and the goddamn poor ass bitch has the audacity to stiff me right in front of my face. Of course, there is nothing I can do, so I say "thank you" and walk away.
And now I'm beginning to remember why I hate waitressing.
As soon as I signed off earlier, work called me and asked me to come in (on my only day off in 7 days). However, they did give me Friday off in return, and Tuesday ended up coming off too. Friday is a bad day to give up (lots of moolah) but I really couldn't care less.
So I go in to work, and one of the people I trained with (who I really got along with) decided the job was too hard and went to work the front desk where I'll never see him. That sucks. Then, I got a lot of crappy tips (I'm talkin like, under 10%) for no reason. BUT, this story tops them all. Lisa's first no-tip :)
At the very end of the night I have this family, 2 adults 2 kids, seat themselves at my table (keeping in mind we have a host that does this). As I walk up, they're already yelling questions at me and asking me how much everything costs. NOTE TO EVERYONE: do NOT ask how much things cost at a decently priced restaurant. Its incredibly rude and tacky, not to mention its most likely written in the meu. If its not written in the menu, and you still feel the desire to ask, then its probably too expensive for you. So they asked the price of everything, dismissing many things as "too expensive" and trying to order things that were not on the menu. Also, the guy asks me if we have "Steel Reserve." If you don't know what that is, its a fuckin ghetto ass malt (like a 40) that no respectable restaurant would ever carry. I told him politely that we didn't carry it. So they proceed to order a million things, cancel them, order more, and order tons of shit with their kids all yelling and crying. I bring everything out just like they asked with a smile and politely get them anything they wanted. To top it off, it was 2 of their birthdays (and I personally think they were just saying that to try and get free dessert, but luckily we don't do that) so they ordered 2 desserts and asked me to sing happy birthday. So I round up all the staff and light the candle and do the whole shmeer. So they finish up, their kids are ALL over the place, and I give them their bill of about $50. Its a credit card, so I run it through, and give her the paper to sign, and tell them to have a nice evening.
A minute or two after they leave, I find the bill-book empty except for my pen. I desperately need the signed copy of the receipt or else I get in serious trouble and most likely have to pay their bill myself. So I remember them saying they were going to the game room, so I run all the way over there and find them. They look a little worried, so I walk up and ask for the receipt. She had it crumpled in her purse, and hadn't even signed it. So I ask her to sign it, and I hold the book for her while she signs the copy and leaves me NO TIP. I was fucking standing right there, holding the book, watching her sign it with my fucking pen, and the goddamn poor ass bitch has the audacity to stiff me right in front of my face. Of course, there is nothing I can do, so I say "thank you" and walk away.
And now I'm beginning to remember why I hate waitressing.