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Name: Peter
Gender: Male
Interests: food & beverages, acoustic guitars, bicycles, and ballpoint pens
Expertise: fixing broken things, cooking & serving great food, pattern recognition
Occupation: Restaurant server
Industry: F & B
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Member Since:
11/11/2006
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| Yeah, I know. Don't get me started on that. It sucked, and then we went and threw it away, pissed that goodwill down the gutter like so much borrowed PBR. But that's not what I'm referring to, so there. September 11 is my date of hire at my current job, and this was my 5th anniversary of employment there. That is a personal best for me, far eclipsing any other stint anywhere, any time, even more that the four seasons at the country club. This has been five nonstop, back-to-back, straight-through years.
So what, you ask, did I get for my 5th anniversary? A shiny new pen, perhaps? A complimentary dessert or appetizer? A round of drinks from my wonderful co-workers?
Actually, no. None of the above. I got the news that my GM had "resigned" all of a sudden, basically overnight. By the way, thanks for nothing; now get the hell out.
The problem is, I actually liked my GM. I enjoyed working for her, and like her as a person. She always had our back, as long as we were trying to take care of the guest; she had a real sense of humor; she liked good wine, good stories, and Jimmy Buffet; she was a real person who cared about as and about doing the job well. So, I'm sad that she's gone, but there's more to it. I don't like the way it happened. It's too sudden, too quick, too surgical. Had she been planning to leave for family or personal reasons, she would have given a notice, said her goodbyes, and probably had a send-off dinner party. This was a hatchet coming down from the home office. I can't imagine just what it could have been, but it seems that she felt she had to leave over it. Or, someone felt that she had to go, and made her an offer she couldn't accept. I hope I can find out what happened; I hope I get to see her again to say goodbye and God bless.
I'm just really not very happy right now.
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| ...and I'll say it again. If I haven't said it by now, then I should have. To all servers, bussers, and so on: when you get done with your shift, and you clock out, and you leave the restaurant, please do me a little favor?
TAKE THE FREAKIN' APRON OFF, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THE SAINTS!!!!!
Yes, Betty, I'm talkin' to YOU.
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| ....pushing the envelope of incompetence. They run one brand of beer completely out of stock, even deleting its entry from the ordering computer, but NOT ACTUALLY TELL THE WAITSTAFF!! And then put up happy notes about COMMUNICATION and TEAMWORK!!! WTF??? How 'bout a TWO-WAY STREET, PEOPLE???
And then...I was scheduled for lunch, then dinner-no big deal. But I was scheduled to start my dinner shift at 3:15, and kept getting lunch tables until 2:30-not much time to turn it around, eh? And this after they send my busser home. Grrrr..... So I finally finish my lunch tables shortly after 3:30; cash out, eat a really good salmon burger, change into my night uniform, and I'm back on the floor by 4:30-much more reasonable, and when I damn well felt I was ready. The front desk seats my whole section pretty much all at once (THANK YOU!!!), then they're going to cut me at about 7:00. But there's another server who has been on all day, with no break, so I agree (with him) to stay for him. DUH!! I'm glad somebody thought of that. Then I get four more tables in his old section, wind up ringing over $1300 in sales for the night, and walk out with over $200-for the dinner shift!!
'CAUSE I ROCK THE FREAKIN' CASBAH, BABY!!!
That was my Saturday. How was yours?
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| Suppose you moved away from the land of your birth, 3000 miles across the continent. You struggled and strove, finally gaining a foothold in the new land, but are still not able to travel very far; not able to return to your homeland and visit with family and old friends. Suppose then that you heard, in passing, that one of your favorite relations had been traveling in your area, maybe 4 hours' car trip away, earlier in the year-just a few weeks or so ago-on some other business. No one seems to have made any attempt to contact you directly about this; indeed, you are only hearing about it now indirectly, as part of another message, relayed secondhand. How does this make you feel? Do you have a right to be upset? To feel excluded? To feel less...worthwhile?
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