/bg: I've been working as a server for a buffet chain for about 3 weeks. Basically, my job consists of refilling drinks, taking away unwanted plates, cleaning my section, and a shit-load of sidework. The cashier gives people drinks except coffee and milk, which the servers get for the customers. It's easy and laid back at night, even with a huge section I've never been 'in the weeds.' /end bg
I worked 9-4 yesterday. First shift that included breakfast service. I walked in the door, ready for my shift, and that's when the pandemonium began. My co-worker said 2 tables were already waiting for me (though I was early!) and I got their coffee, then 6-7 more parties filled my section....
The coffee pots in the kitchen kept disappearing, there weren't enough trays to carry drinks, ALMOST ALL THE COFFEE MUGS WERE DIRTY!, etc. Then the manager came up, and told me I had to pick up not only my huge section, but the section next to it because of a no call/no show. ALMOST ALL THE TABLES FILLED UP AT ONCE!
BUT I CAN'T SIT WHERE I WAAAAANT!
Some miserable woman started complaining because many tables were dirty, and she didn't caaaare if we were short staffed, there's no excuse, blah blah! Disgusting old rat--I'd like to see her keep up with the volume of work we had.
ICED TEA HAG
She's in another server's section, but stood in front of me while I was walking with a full tray and blocked my path while demanding a sweet tea and thank you was nowhere in her vocabulary. I dropped off the drinks on my tray to my customers, and told her server to get her the tea. Guess he didn't get there in time because a few minutes later she yells "THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR THE TEA!!!" then tries to get me "in trouble" by telling the cashier about evil lil me who wouldn't get her precious tea
BUT THERE'S NO HONEY BUTTTTTTER!!!
Woman in my section is so mad there's no honey butter (we were out and expecting a delivery) that she is shaking. Being the upstanding individual I am--albeit smartassed--I grabbed a bowl, butter, and honey and made her some right there at her table. (Tommorrow I'm turning my application in at the Rocket Science Lab--I'm so crafty) She says: "Oh, I guess I could've done that myself, thanks!" and left a fat tip. So it ended well, at least.
WE WEREN'T DONE!!!
Okay, custys! Look at it from my point of view. You were gone from your table for almost half an hour. I saw you nowhere in the restaurant. Yes, I bussed your table and when you returned you snarkily announced you weren't done with your drinks, I gave you two fresh new ones in less than a minute. Then you stiffed me, you fucks. If I were a mind reader, I sure as hell wouldn't be dealing with you two ugly freaks. Think I won't remember your faces?? try again, and if you sit in my section, I will do the bare minimum for you while giving the customers who actually tip stellar service. Have fun getting refills next time.
Bonus!
This morning I woke up with a stomach virus and massive headache. I called my manager: he actually wanted a doctor's note. For a stomach virus. The day I provide a doctor's note for that is the day you actually provide US health insurance. (or shall I come to work anyway, then puke in the middle of the restaurant and gross out the customers?? I'm sure everyone would appreciate that!)
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