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I worked a 4-closing shift tonight. Lucky me.
I walk in, and see that, in my section, I'm getting a group of 20 or so people here for some weekly meeting. They come every Thursday, and while not terrible, I've had them for a month straight, and I'm sick of them. I try to pawn them off on people, but it doesn't happen.
I don't feel like going in-depth tonight, so I'll give you the cliff notes version. I went on break before they came in, and when I came back, I found out they had been waiting for 15 minutes for someone to take care of them. And after that, it just went downhill. People kept requesting... well everything really. Some guy got 6 refills on his coffee, and still complained when I wasn't there immediately to give him the 7th. Then I got another table with the spawn of Satan in it. Again, parents didn't do anything to calm him down. When he left, it was like a war zone at that table, took me 5 minutes to clean up.
Cue SC #3. Basic table, but she claims her salad is wilted and that service was slow. I asked some other people who got salads that night, but none of them had any complaints against it. So I'm pretty sure she was just insane. They stiffed me, of course. (Oh, and it took me at most 3 minutes to get their drinks out. With 6 drinks, and me running food beforehand, that's not terrible.)
Cue SC #4, and by this point, I'm getting stretched pretty thin. I've got the group of 20 still, I'm trying to clean up my tables, and I've got 3 tables in my new section. And what does this table do? They'll always hold the special honor of being my first walk-out. At this point, I'm nearly in tears from the stress. Everyone's complaining about me, I just had a walk-out, and my manager's flipping out at me because I don't like to wear my glasses at work, and so can't see their license plate.
The night didn't get any better, but that was about the peak of it. Easily the worst night I've ever had at that place.
Bright note, since I have to mention them. I had some regulars in my section who helped comfort me after said walk-out. You could tell I was stressed, and they did their best to cheer me up. And that means a lot to me. Thank you, awesome regulars.
I walk in, and see that, in my section, I'm getting a group of 20 or so people here for some weekly meeting. They come every Thursday, and while not terrible, I've had them for a month straight, and I'm sick of them. I try to pawn them off on people, but it doesn't happen.
I don't feel like going in-depth tonight, so I'll give you the cliff notes version. I went on break before they came in, and when I came back, I found out they had been waiting for 15 minutes for someone to take care of them. And after that, it just went downhill. People kept requesting... well everything really. Some guy got 6 refills on his coffee, and still complained when I wasn't there immediately to give him the 7th. Then I got another table with the spawn of Satan in it. Again, parents didn't do anything to calm him down. When he left, it was like a war zone at that table, took me 5 minutes to clean up.
Cue SC #3. Basic table, but she claims her salad is wilted and that service was slow. I asked some other people who got salads that night, but none of them had any complaints against it. So I'm pretty sure she was just insane. They stiffed me, of course. (Oh, and it took me at most 3 minutes to get their drinks out. With 6 drinks, and me running food beforehand, that's not terrible.)
Cue SC #4, and by this point, I'm getting stretched pretty thin. I've got the group of 20 still, I'm trying to clean up my tables, and I've got 3 tables in my new section. And what does this table do? They'll always hold the special honor of being my first walk-out. At this point, I'm nearly in tears from the stress. Everyone's complaining about me, I just had a walk-out, and my manager's flipping out at me because I don't like to wear my glasses at work, and so can't see their license plate.
The night didn't get any better, but that was about the peak of it. Easily the worst night I've ever had at that place.
Bright note, since I have to mention them. I had some regulars in my section who helped comfort me after said walk-out. You could tell I was stressed, and they did their best to cheer me up. And that means a lot to me. Thank you, awesome regulars.
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