as a waitress whose life doesn’t primarily revolve around her job, i generally don’t take work home with me. and as a tumblr account holder who hardly visits the site anymore, i’m not sure why i’m putting this on here. but tonight i picked up a shift for the restaurant that i didn’t want to, on the basis of being a helpful co-worker who needs money, and the promise that i wouldn’t have to work unless i was absolutely needed. it wasn’t even that surprising to learn upon arriving today that i definitely was not absolutely needed as indicated by the alarmingly low number of covers we had reserved. but i had a ten top scheduled in my section and that was pretty much it, so it SEEMED that my manager wanted me to take care of this party of ten and then be on my merry way.
except these people took an hour to show up. those filtering in as they pleased did not want anything beyond one glass of wine or one beer. they ordered two appetizers, demanded bread, and then sat around, refuting my offers of more drinks or getting any further sort of food order from them. they pretty much told me they would be all set for a while.
and i just… okay, so you decide to make a ten person reservation at a restaurant and assume that some waitress is just going to resign herself to you and your cowardly cheap bill? MY ONLY TABLE? half of my section? they also proceeded to move chairs around to sit at the heads of their elongated booth, which interrupted the path between the bar and the dining area, and is also where the hostess stand is. i had every coworker tonight complain to me, albeit jokingly, about my table’s intrusion on our walking space. i just… don’t understand the concept of doing this to a server, or to an establishment dependent on YOU SPENDING MONEY WHILE YOU’RE THERE; to just rent out a free block of a dining area and think it’s okay to only spend a few dollars more than a hundred, play chatty kathy tirelessly, and keep asking for water and bread. and then try to have me split up the bill so you can pay for your ONE drink on your own, meaning i can’t add gratuity to it anymore.
oh, and one of my coworkers got mad at me for something that was not my fault, for a really stupid reason; he had reluctantly agreed to pick up my sunday night shift so i could study for my cumulative final the next morning, but at the same time the restaurant was looking for an additional server to work sunday night ANYWAY; BUT i had told my manager what was going on, SO a different coworker came in and told my manager she would work as the fourth person sunday night but my manager, not knowing that i had already found someone to cover me told her she was just going to work for me. and we didn’t say anything because we all know that putting four people on for a sunday night is never worthwhile for anyone. and he GOT SO MAD at me when he found this out, totally disregarding the fact that he hadn’t wanted to perform the task in question IN THE FIRST PLACE, and proceeded to be a little manbaby who refused to talk to or acknowledge me all night.
well anyway, i have made a good concentrated effort not to be a weak little bitch at this job and i have not cried once - not like it was something i was making a habit of at other places, i just… used to be more sensitive, i guess. i’ve hardened… i’m not as good or nice of a person as i once was. in any event, i threw my apron down and went to the back changing area to chill the fuck out, and cried a little.
things like friday the thirteenth or mercury in retrograde or full moons always seem to affect me with peculiar determination.
let’s not forget that i got arrested on 6/6/6!!
