So, I've been transfered into the kitchen in my bar. Great stuff, no more dealing with SC's. The reason I was transfered is because I've been looking at the managers position that is open in our place, but the only chance I have of getting it is if I am trained on both bar and kitchen.
So, today was my first day in the kitchen.
I arrived, and the bar supervisor runs up to me panicking.
Sup: There are only two of us out here! Can you serve on the bar out here for an hour and THEN go and get trained in the kitchen? I don't want customers complaining about the wait.
OK, fair enough, except I had to go onto the bar in a kitchen uniform. The kitchen uniform is a white top, and you're allowed to wear whatever you want on the bottoms, so I was wearing jeans and trainers. Bar uniform is completely black, so its quite a contrast.
What I don't understand, is that it was a huge issue for the customers. I was giving great service, they weren't waiting long, but for some reason, because I wasn't wearing the same uniform as everyone else, they had to complain.
Comments followed:
SC: Who are you? Why are you serving?
SC: Huh? Didn't you wash your uniform last night?
SC: You are a disgrace to the rest of your co-workers!
SC: Do you work here?
SC: So, you felt you were too "special" to wear the real uniform??
Finally, I got into the kitchen, but was that the end of it? No no no.
SC's started coming into the kitchen!
SC: I ordered five meals! Your co-worker only brought out four!
Ok, so the SC seems to believe that our employees are mutants and can carry an infanate number of plates.
An SC came in with a meal, about nine tenths of it had been eaten.
Me: You cant be in here! Get out!
SC: This meal is cold!
Me: You've eaten most of it, and you've suddenly decided its cold?
SC: I want a hot meal!
I grabbed it off her and shoved it in a microwave for ten seconds.
Me: There you are. Now get out.
Good thing about working in the kitchen is you don't have to be nice to customers.
The kitchen manager says I must have some kind of vodoo curse on my head, because he had never seen so many customers make their way into the kitchen in one night.
I really am beginning to think I have a SC magnet implanted in my head, because the amount I get is NOT normal.
So, today was my first day in the kitchen.
I arrived, and the bar supervisor runs up to me panicking.
Sup: There are only two of us out here! Can you serve on the bar out here for an hour and THEN go and get trained in the kitchen? I don't want customers complaining about the wait.
OK, fair enough, except I had to go onto the bar in a kitchen uniform. The kitchen uniform is a white top, and you're allowed to wear whatever you want on the bottoms, so I was wearing jeans and trainers. Bar uniform is completely black, so its quite a contrast.
What I don't understand, is that it was a huge issue for the customers. I was giving great service, they weren't waiting long, but for some reason, because I wasn't wearing the same uniform as everyone else, they had to complain.
Comments followed:
SC: Who are you? Why are you serving?
SC: Huh? Didn't you wash your uniform last night?
SC: You are a disgrace to the rest of your co-workers!
SC: Do you work here?
SC: So, you felt you were too "special" to wear the real uniform??
Finally, I got into the kitchen, but was that the end of it? No no no.
SC's started coming into the kitchen!
SC: I ordered five meals! Your co-worker only brought out four!
Ok, so the SC seems to believe that our employees are mutants and can carry an infanate number of plates.
An SC came in with a meal, about nine tenths of it had been eaten.
Me: You cant be in here! Get out!
SC: This meal is cold!
Me: You've eaten most of it, and you've suddenly decided its cold?
SC: I want a hot meal!
I grabbed it off her and shoved it in a microwave for ten seconds.
Me: There you are. Now get out.
Good thing about working in the kitchen is you don't have to be nice to customers.
The kitchen manager says I must have some kind of vodoo curse on my head, because he had never seen so many customers make their way into the kitchen in one night.
I really am beginning to think I have a SC magnet implanted in my head, because the amount I get is NOT normal.
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