Warning: Ranting ahead.
This is work related, so if you don't want to hear about that, feel free to skip this entry altogether *lol*
So. Already, weekends suck. Last weekend I cooked because Cris needed the weekend off, which was ordinarily fine, but this time everything that could go wrong, did. I got burnt three times on my hand - the one on my knuckle is quite painful, and this weekend I hit it so many times it wasn't remotely funny. And then I got popped in the eye by hot oil while flipping an egg. Oh, and I got egg from an omelet in my hair, eyes, all over my face, and all over my shirt while flipping an omelet. And speaking of flipping eggs - apparently, in the spring, eggshells get really thin, and eggs have a lot more water in them than usual, thus creating problems for cooks everywhere - at least, if you're trying to flip an over light or over medium egg. Forget it - they're just going to break. And they did, all weekend long. Gah. It was nonSTOP. Then the grill stopped cooking. Literally, the temperature just dropped off, and hashbrowns were taking ten minutes to cook - they ordinarily take like, two minutes. It was ridiculous.
So this weekend, Cris was back and on the grill, and the same kind of mayhem ensued. He actually took the grill down in the middle of the rush to brick it, and that still didn't help. Oh - and it was the "I'm going to be an ass" customer weekend. Luckily, it really didn't affect me - my customers were exceptionally nice. It was my coworkers who go those types. There was a couple who came in today. At first they stalked my section for a good fifteen minutes, and when nobody got up and left, they finally went and sat at the counter. The last couple who sat in my booth had already ordered, and I had put the order in, by this time. They were almost done eating when the woman at the counter started flipping out and cursing - "What's taking my f__king food so long? If my f__king food is cold, I'm going to be pissed....those people came in after us and they're almost done (and then she's pointing at my customers)!" I swear to God, my customers shrunk in their seat. They looked at me, I looked at them, and we had a serious moment of commiseration. First of all, you sat down probably fifteen minutes after my customers - of course you haven't gotten your food yet. How do you think that works? You think if you stand by the door, we can take your order by ESP? Or perhaps osmosis - you can transfer it through the walls. Pfffft. I mean, seriously. I guess she thought if she ranted enough, her food would be cooked faster. This is NOT MC DONALD'S, it's a sit down restaurant, we prep all of our food fresh, and you can sit up there and keep your mouth shut and actually watch your food being cooked, if you had a lick of sense. You screaming at your waitress is not going to make it cook any faster.
I'm not really sure what it was, but people were just kind of snotty, if not to the extreme that this woman went through. You know what - when they finally left, the guy with her slammed our glass door open so hard, it vibrated the building. I turned around and looked to see what happened, and he stares at me - like he's going to come back in and "beat me down". Then he goes out the second door and does THE SAME THING. Oh, and when they get in their vehicle - 2007 Ford F-150, NC license plate number (yup - I wrote it down!) - they slowed down by the front entrance, almost at a dead stop, and did the staring thing AGAIN. *rolls eyes* I guess what they failed to realize was that half of the staff working today were third shift trained staff - we've dealt with a lot more drunk and belligerent than you could possibly imagine, buddy. That staring thing? SO not scary. I think they were really mad at me, because they kept going on and on about my people getting their food first, and I was tired of them pointing down at them from the counter, so I said to them that they sat down after my people - naturally my people are eating before you. They didn't like being contradicted. Well, sorry. Stop trying to intimidate everyone in the restaurant with obvious lies and cursing in front of children.
Honestly. I was never so glad to go home in my life, I swear it.
So. Already, weekends suck. Last weekend I cooked because Cris needed the weekend off, which was ordinarily fine, but this time everything that could go wrong, did. I got burnt three times on my hand - the one on my knuckle is quite painful, and this weekend I hit it so many times it wasn't remotely funny. And then I got popped in the eye by hot oil while flipping an egg. Oh, and I got egg from an omelet in my hair, eyes, all over my face, and all over my shirt while flipping an omelet. And speaking of flipping eggs - apparently, in the spring, eggshells get really thin, and eggs have a lot more water in them than usual, thus creating problems for cooks everywhere - at least, if you're trying to flip an over light or over medium egg. Forget it - they're just going to break. And they did, all weekend long. Gah. It was nonSTOP. Then the grill stopped cooking. Literally, the temperature just dropped off, and hashbrowns were taking ten minutes to cook - they ordinarily take like, two minutes. It was ridiculous.
So this weekend, Cris was back and on the grill, and the same kind of mayhem ensued. He actually took the grill down in the middle of the rush to brick it, and that still didn't help. Oh - and it was the "I'm going to be an ass" customer weekend. Luckily, it really didn't affect me - my customers were exceptionally nice. It was my coworkers who go those types. There was a couple who came in today. At first they stalked my section for a good fifteen minutes, and when nobody got up and left, they finally went and sat at the counter. The last couple who sat in my booth had already ordered, and I had put the order in, by this time. They were almost done eating when the woman at the counter started flipping out and cursing - "What's taking my f__king food so long? If my f__king food is cold, I'm going to be pissed....those people came in after us and they're almost done (and then she's pointing at my customers)!" I swear to God, my customers shrunk in their seat. They looked at me, I looked at them, and we had a serious moment of commiseration. First of all, you sat down probably fifteen minutes after my customers - of course you haven't gotten your food yet. How do you think that works? You think if you stand by the door, we can take your order by ESP? Or perhaps osmosis - you can transfer it through the walls. Pfffft. I mean, seriously. I guess she thought if she ranted enough, her food would be cooked faster. This is NOT MC DONALD'S, it's a sit down restaurant, we prep all of our food fresh, and you can sit up there and keep your mouth shut and actually watch your food being cooked, if you had a lick of sense. You screaming at your waitress is not going to make it cook any faster.
I'm not really sure what it was, but people were just kind of snotty, if not to the extreme that this woman went through. You know what - when they finally left, the guy with her slammed our glass door open so hard, it vibrated the building. I turned around and looked to see what happened, and he stares at me - like he's going to come back in and "beat me down". Then he goes out the second door and does THE SAME THING. Oh, and when they get in their vehicle - 2007 Ford F-150, NC license plate number (yup - I wrote it down!) - they slowed down by the front entrance, almost at a dead stop, and did the staring thing AGAIN. *rolls eyes* I guess what they failed to realize was that half of the staff working today were third shift trained staff - we've dealt with a lot more drunk and belligerent than you could possibly imagine, buddy. That staring thing? SO not scary. I think they were really mad at me, because they kept going on and on about my people getting their food first, and I was tired of them pointing down at them from the counter, so I said to them that they sat down after my people - naturally my people are eating before you. They didn't like being contradicted. Well, sorry. Stop trying to intimidate everyone in the restaurant with obvious lies and cursing in front of children.
Honestly. I was never so glad to go home in my life, I swear it.