I call this part `1, because I am certain, over time, there will be many more parts. (thanks to Alisa for the super cute title idea)
A bit of background in case you are unaware. I am a waitress, at a local pizza place. I am not saying that I am the most fantastic waitress ever, but for the last 10 or so years, I have waited tables, and for the past 6 I have done so at this pizza place. People ask for me, I get Christmas bonuses from certain regulars, and well, I do a damn good job. I am not saying that I do it all, but I try to go above and beyond in my job.
When it comes to setting up the salad bar, I make sure things are how I would eat them, I try to clean up my messes (although I AM Very messy) and I try to be a team player. Its just better that way right? You would think so. I leave my personal life at the door and act happy and pleasent no matter how irritated or sad or mad I might be.
Let me also say that my assistant boss, has been there less time than me. She started out a sever (like me) and then was promoted. This, some people think bothers me or would have bothered me, but it does not. I never wanted, or intend to go into management of ANY restaurant. I like my no hassle job of coming in, smiling taking food out and going home with money in my pocket.
The "blond" we will call my Ass.boss just to protect the guilty (or innocent,whatever). She is often quite bossy but heck so am I. 90% of the time I deal with it. 10% of the time I am PMS'y and she REALLY peeves me. Guess what percent of the time today was???
Throughout my day as a "waitress" getting paid LESS than minimum wage by them, my job duties include:
1. Flipping items on salad bar
2. setting up salad bar
3. making backups for all items on salad bar
4. getting bleach water done
5. putting out crackers, forks, napkins
6. filling said salad bar as its emptied, and before leaving
7. cleaning up messes made by customers on salad bar
8. taking orders, over the phone and at tables
9. bringing out food, and drinks
10. Hearing any and ALL complaints from customers
11. getting boxes, to go drinks
12. printing tickets, cashing out tables and carry outs
13. clearing and cleaning tables
14. bringing back and doing dishes
15. being nice to even the snottiest of customer
16. I am sure I have missed SEVERAL things
So today. We did not get super busy, but we had business. I did my job duties. I opened today so I was there at 9:30am. "the blond" got there at 11, oh no I am sorry she was late because she had to wash that blondness of herself, so she was actually there, at 11:15 or so.
"the blond" gets paid the same no matter what time she shows up, or what jobs she does so I guess it is not important what time she arrives. Her job today was to
1. cut pizzas and sandwiches
2. take deliveries (I think there were maybe 3)
3. Box up carry-outs
4. run to the bank
5. run a few items of food when we were too busy
6. answer the phone a handful of times, again when we could not
7. go out and smoke a cigarette, more time than she answered phones
8. be a bitch (this one she is very good at)
So I ran through about 6 or 7 racks of dishes in my time during a not so busy lunch. When I had dishes, I took them back scraped and racked them. A handful of times I might not have racked, as I was busy out front. Although several times I also came back and racked dishes that WERE NOT Mine, which I feel makes up for it.
I was told to stop taking tables, labor is high (and I am SO highly paid) this to me means "get off the damn clock" So I settled my credit cards (oh add that to my list of duties) Filled the bar, and swept my floors (another for the list). "The Blond" comes out and says "I AM NOT DOING ANY MORE DISHES". Poor her, she must have dishpan hands. I mean she had done SO much that day getting there at 11:15 and it being 1pm and all...
Now come on. Fine. You want the servers to do dishes before they leave, SAY "Girls, I need you to get those dishes finished before you go off the clock M'kay?" You catch more flies with HONEY "blond one". Get a grip. I am sorry dishes would have cut into your sitting on your ass eating time, or smoking cancer stick time, or even talking on your cellphone and boss your husband around like he's your child time. I never meant to do that, not to cut into your precious time. I am the bitch, your right.
So then, when I went back and did every fucking dish in the G*damn store, and cleaned the sink, and fucking kissed your damn ass, you could have at LEAST said thanks? No. Your right. I ask way to fucking much of that place.
So if nothing else me being pissy helped me to come home and get my house presentable faster, so for that "blond one" I thank you. Because unlike you, I thank people when they do things, and I ask nicely. Oh how I hope one day you find a new place to work....
A bit of background in case you are unaware. I am a waitress, at a local pizza place. I am not saying that I am the most fantastic waitress ever, but for the last 10 or so years, I have waited tables, and for the past 6 I have done so at this pizza place. People ask for me, I get Christmas bonuses from certain regulars, and well, I do a damn good job. I am not saying that I do it all, but I try to go above and beyond in my job.
When it comes to setting up the salad bar, I make sure things are how I would eat them, I try to clean up my messes (although I AM Very messy) and I try to be a team player. Its just better that way right? You would think so. I leave my personal life at the door and act happy and pleasent no matter how irritated or sad or mad I might be.
Let me also say that my assistant boss, has been there less time than me. She started out a sever (like me) and then was promoted. This, some people think bothers me or would have bothered me, but it does not. I never wanted, or intend to go into management of ANY restaurant. I like my no hassle job of coming in, smiling taking food out and going home with money in my pocket.
The "blond" we will call my Ass.boss just to protect the guilty (or innocent,whatever). She is often quite bossy but heck so am I. 90% of the time I deal with it. 10% of the time I am PMS'y and she REALLY peeves me. Guess what percent of the time today was???
Throughout my day as a "waitress" getting paid LESS than minimum wage by them, my job duties include:
1. Flipping items on salad bar
2. setting up salad bar
3. making backups for all items on salad bar
4. getting bleach water done
5. putting out crackers, forks, napkins
6. filling said salad bar as its emptied, and before leaving
7. cleaning up messes made by customers on salad bar
8. taking orders, over the phone and at tables
9. bringing out food, and drinks
10. Hearing any and ALL complaints from customers
11. getting boxes, to go drinks
12. printing tickets, cashing out tables and carry outs
13. clearing and cleaning tables
14. bringing back and doing dishes
15. being nice to even the snottiest of customer
16. I am sure I have missed SEVERAL things
So today. We did not get super busy, but we had business. I did my job duties. I opened today so I was there at 9:30am. "the blond" got there at 11, oh no I am sorry she was late because she had to wash that blondness of herself, so she was actually there, at 11:15 or so.
"the blond" gets paid the same no matter what time she shows up, or what jobs she does so I guess it is not important what time she arrives. Her job today was to
1. cut pizzas and sandwiches
2. take deliveries (I think there were maybe 3)
3. Box up carry-outs
4. run to the bank
5. run a few items of food when we were too busy
6. answer the phone a handful of times, again when we could not
7. go out and smoke a cigarette, more time than she answered phones
8. be a bitch (this one she is very good at)
So I ran through about 6 or 7 racks of dishes in my time during a not so busy lunch. When I had dishes, I took them back scraped and racked them. A handful of times I might not have racked, as I was busy out front. Although several times I also came back and racked dishes that WERE NOT Mine, which I feel makes up for it.
I was told to stop taking tables, labor is high (and I am SO highly paid) this to me means "get off the damn clock" So I settled my credit cards (oh add that to my list of duties) Filled the bar, and swept my floors (another for the list). "The Blond" comes out and says "I AM NOT DOING ANY MORE DISHES". Poor her, she must have dishpan hands. I mean she had done SO much that day getting there at 11:15 and it being 1pm and all...
Now come on. Fine. You want the servers to do dishes before they leave, SAY "Girls, I need you to get those dishes finished before you go off the clock M'kay?" You catch more flies with HONEY "blond one". Get a grip. I am sorry dishes would have cut into your sitting on your ass eating time, or smoking cancer stick time, or even talking on your cellphone and boss your husband around like he's your child time. I never meant to do that, not to cut into your precious time. I am the bitch, your right.
So then, when I went back and did every fucking dish in the G*damn store, and cleaned the sink, and fucking kissed your damn ass, you could have at LEAST said thanks? No. Your right. I ask way to fucking much of that place.
So if nothing else me being pissy helped me to come home and get my house presentable faster, so for that "blond one" I thank you. Because unlike you, I thank people when they do things, and I ask nicely. Oh how I hope one day you find a new place to work....
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