My Black Friday
So it was the day after Thanksgiving, I had asked for the day off a month in advance, because I really wanted to spend it with my family. However, like always I was working which I didn’t mind, since my managers told me they really needed me. So I showed up on time, and waited around until my shift began.
Manager: Are you ready for today; are you pumped?!
Me: Aaaa like always boss.
Manager: We’re expecting a lot of people you know…
Me: Hahaha, are we?
Manager: So I need you on your game today, remember no voids.
Me: (Smiling) You got it boss!
I had three tables before they told me to go home because all our guests were still home eating turkey.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Getting laughted at
Getting laughed at
Wow… I wish I could cuss, but I have been asked to tone it back a bit, so out of respect to the reader I will. I have been thinking about this insolent for about a week, an incident that I’m still pissed about. There is this girl at my work and, I’m not going to lie, she is quit unpleasant to work with. She is always upset, and tips are EVERYTHING to her… EVERYTHING!!! And INTEGERTY MEANS absolutely nothing to her. Whenever she gets a bad tip, watch out… Anyway, I had a big tray and for some reason, I guess I was just tired and in a hurry, as I went up the stairs I tripped and fell, lucky no glass or food was ruined. She came up behind me just to laugh at me, LAUGH AT ME… As if I was some clown during comedy hour. “Hahahahhaha, that is why we don’t run in the store…” And I’m not going to repeat what I thought that moment here… But GOD do I hate her… And on top of it I was running her food, I was trying to help her… So… whatever, lol. Whatever. I don’t care anymore. But what really gets me steamed is she cheated on a server game we were playing at work today. I would have won… but once again whatever… there is nothing I can do if she cheats… it is not worth calling her out on… But GOD, I hate how she complains to everyone that she isn’t tip properly… It’s a FUCKING dollar… YOU’LL LIVE, GET OVER IT… I had a table today, and guess what, I got two dollars on a 100 dollar tab, and I didn’t tell anyone about, I didn’t complain, because there is nothing I can do about it, and it is pointless to complain. POINTLESS!!! When you are a server you are at the mercy of others. So, whatever... Oh, just in case if you were wondering, whatever is her catch fraise.
Wow… I wish I could cuss, but I have been asked to tone it back a bit, so out of respect to the reader I will. I have been thinking about this insolent for about a week, an incident that I’m still pissed about. There is this girl at my work and, I’m not going to lie, she is quit unpleasant to work with. She is always upset, and tips are EVERYTHING to her… EVERYTHING!!! And INTEGERTY MEANS absolutely nothing to her. Whenever she gets a bad tip, watch out… Anyway, I had a big tray and for some reason, I guess I was just tired and in a hurry, as I went up the stairs I tripped and fell, lucky no glass or food was ruined. She came up behind me just to laugh at me, LAUGH AT ME… As if I was some clown during comedy hour. “Hahahahhaha, that is why we don’t run in the store…” And I’m not going to repeat what I thought that moment here… But GOD do I hate her… And on top of it I was running her food, I was trying to help her… So… whatever, lol. Whatever. I don’t care anymore. But what really gets me steamed is she cheated on a server game we were playing at work today. I would have won… but once again whatever… there is nothing I can do if she cheats… it is not worth calling her out on… But GOD, I hate how she complains to everyone that she isn’t tip properly… It’s a FUCKING dollar… YOU’LL LIVE, GET OVER IT… I had a table today, and guess what, I got two dollars on a 100 dollar tab, and I didn’t tell anyone about, I didn’t complain, because there is nothing I can do about it, and it is pointless to complain. POINTLESS!!! When you are a server you are at the mercy of others. So, whatever... Oh, just in case if you were wondering, whatever is her catch fraise.
Reverse racism
Reverse racism
There is this white guy who works in the kitchen of the restaurant. He is an expo… and wow is he hated by the cooks… Well not hated, but he gets disrespected a lot. I guess the cooks really hate the managers (who are all white) so they just take it out on him. Now, I wouldn’t care too much, if he wasn’t a nice guy, but he is the nicest guy in the world. He is helpful and the hardest working expo on the line, yet none of the cooks listen to him…
An example,
(Me) Can I get a side of fries… I put the ticket in.
(Expo) Hey ummm… Daniel can I have a side of fries…
(Cook) Looks down, and acts like he hears nothing.
Two minutes later…
(Me) Hey a… did you get those fries…
(Expo) Hey Daniel… can I please get a side of fries… umm whenever you get a chance…
(Daniel) Looking down still making burgers and grunts.
(Me) So did you get them yet?
(Expo) Umm… let me see… a… no… umm… not yet, hold on… (raises voice slightly) Daniel can I PLEASE get a side of fries.
By this point I’m laughing uncontrollably… because it is so ridiculous…
Dundundun
Here comes the manager!!!
(Manager) To me. A… what are you doing? Why aren’t you working… taking care of the guests…
(Me) Umm I’m waiting for fries…
(Manager) Alanso fries…
And… I’m off
Now this dialog could have been endless… endless… but I choose the short version of the story.
But guess what, when a Mexican expo asks for fries… wow, puff… fries…
I sometimes wonder why… I guess I don’t understand… Is it a cultural barrier? I mean why not give the guy fries… who care… is it that big of a deal to deny some white guy fries… Did you get back at the man? I don’t get it… But it is so ridicules I always laugh about it, the way he has to beg for two minutes… and do that nonstop for 5 hours... It is just ridicules… But it is usually the best part of my day… Go figure…
I asked him once… “why do you have to beg for fries all the time for so long… Everyday… Why…” And he told me… “It’s just the way it is… It’s because I have red hair and blue eyes… It’s because I’m not one of them… and that is how it will always be, and I understand… But I respect them for their hard work. I’ve been back their before and I wouldn’t want to do that (work in the kitchen).” And guess what I wouldn’t want to work back their either.
There is this white guy who works in the kitchen of the restaurant. He is an expo… and wow is he hated by the cooks… Well not hated, but he gets disrespected a lot. I guess the cooks really hate the managers (who are all white) so they just take it out on him. Now, I wouldn’t care too much, if he wasn’t a nice guy, but he is the nicest guy in the world. He is helpful and the hardest working expo on the line, yet none of the cooks listen to him…
An example,
(Me) Can I get a side of fries… I put the ticket in.
(Expo) Hey ummm… Daniel can I have a side of fries…
(Cook) Looks down, and acts like he hears nothing.
Two minutes later…
(Me) Hey a… did you get those fries…
(Expo) Hey Daniel… can I please get a side of fries… umm whenever you get a chance…
(Daniel) Looking down still making burgers and grunts.
(Me) So did you get them yet?
(Expo) Umm… let me see… a… no… umm… not yet, hold on… (raises voice slightly) Daniel can I PLEASE get a side of fries.
By this point I’m laughing uncontrollably… because it is so ridiculous…
Dundundun
Here comes the manager!!!
(Manager) To me. A… what are you doing? Why aren’t you working… taking care of the guests…
(Me) Umm I’m waiting for fries…
(Manager) Alanso fries…
And… I’m off
Now this dialog could have been endless… endless… but I choose the short version of the story.
But guess what, when a Mexican expo asks for fries… wow, puff… fries…
I sometimes wonder why… I guess I don’t understand… Is it a cultural barrier? I mean why not give the guy fries… who care… is it that big of a deal to deny some white guy fries… Did you get back at the man? I don’t get it… But it is so ridicules I always laugh about it, the way he has to beg for two minutes… and do that nonstop for 5 hours... It is just ridicules… But it is usually the best part of my day… Go figure…
I asked him once… “why do you have to beg for fries all the time for so long… Everyday… Why…” And he told me… “It’s just the way it is… It’s because I have red hair and blue eyes… It’s because I’m not one of them… and that is how it will always be, and I understand… But I respect them for their hard work. I’ve been back their before and I wouldn’t want to do that (work in the kitchen).” And guess what I wouldn’t want to work back their either.
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