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Tonight was a disaster! The oven broke, I ended up running two tables and making bread. No one had anything good to say. Ticket times for food were 40 min +! And the only manager working was bussing tables and washing dishes... no one could find him when we needed him I doubt he even knew the oven broke. I was there since 10:30a, no break, almost 11 hour shift. Nothing was getting done. ... Tonight sucked.

Plague of rude people!

What is up with the rude people lately!? I got a large party of mentally ill rude people! The old lady that said she would take the check was just determined to have a bad time. Then the next table that was sat I got this grumpy old man who was absolutely impatient. I stopped by to give them the appetizer, acknowledging that they needed some things, then I checked on my large party and on my way back to the kitchen I stopped by to make sure they liked their appetizer... he was upset that I hadn't brought a glass of water with me when I was in his line of sight the whole time, I said I hadn't made it back to the kitchen yet, so I would be right back. Ugh! I hate people sometimes!

Slow

Tonight was a slow night in the bar. I never got more than two tables. Which, yes, its a bummer that I drove 35 min to make $30, but I needed a slow night for a change. And I was able to run food and keep things stocked! As an added bonus all my tables seemed to love me and tipped me pretty well.
The only thing that miffed me today was that this new manager was grumpy and being a bit of a jerk. When they were first hired on a lot of people thought it was a bad fit, but it seemed okay to me. Though not after tonight! I ran food out for my partner and let them know they needed something because I had to get over to my table. The manager was also standing there and was all like: why can't you get it... with how much I was doing for so many other people, and this manager just standing talking to my service partner to refuse to help me when all the managers repeatedly say: if you need help ask. Agh! That ruffled my feathers.

Stupid & rude

That is what's wrong with country. All of us are rude and stupid. 

One of my guests came in and ordered a meal that they didn't like... they ordered the food, then when the food came out, told me that they had ordered it before and didn't like it. They ordered it again tonight and still didn't like it.... really. 

My service partner tonight got hit at a stop light on their way into work. They were having a hard time carrying trays because of this. So when I saw a couple of bussers I let them know of this then asked them to pick up any empty plates if they saw them on the tables and I was going to do the same because I didn't want my service partner to get hurt any more.  Their response: well... my wrist is broken. Yeah, my wrists hurt too.  WOW.  We have such a great "team" working here! No wonder everything runs so smoothly!

Seriously, think people! Think before you do things and think before you speak. What if we took care of each other and were nice for a change?

Crap

As in I didn't make crap today.

One of my last tables left me $0.59 on a $35 check. What bullshit is that!? I must have not made much on lunch, because I'm leaving, at closing, with $60 on a double.

This is depressing. I didn't make crap today.

I just don't understand....

Well that was nice. My manager sat down with me for a few minutes just to talk. She correctly assumed that I hate this place, and hate being here. She wanted to know what I was thinking and perhaps what she could do to make things better. That makes me feel like she's trying at least...

Now, what I don't understand: I had food come up. I was ready for it, it was on the tray and I turned around to get a salad to add to the tray: takes less then half a minute to pick up the salad, add dressing, and turn around to put it on the tray.  In that half a minute a manager gave my food to another server because they made a mistake, and wanted me to wait while they remade the food... my guest, my tip, suffers because some one else made a mistake!? Why does this server get to take my food when I'm ready to go out with it? Why shouldn't they wait for the remake? They made the mistake! Own up. I just don't understand what the manager was thinking.

Today.....

Yesterdays highlights:
Dancing in the kitchen while waiting for bread
A sweet gay couple treating their daughter to dinner
The bitch apologised
Getting parsley stuck in my eye

Today:
I broke down. I fell apart. I couldn't stop crying. I was late to work because there was a crash on the way. When I parked my manager called me asking me where I was... I had tried to call... he proceeded to tell me that they were starting to seat me before I walked in the door. I got so overwhelmed that I started crying, and I kept crying, all day.
This job is hell on the soul. By the end of the day I'm crushed. I feel lower than dirt. Its just to much. I fantasized all day about walking up to my general manager and simply telling her: I quit. I'm going to finish with these last tables and then I'm going to walk out the front doors and I'm never coming back. Ever.

...

Unfortunately I have bills to pay, and I don't have an immediate back up plan. :P

...

I quit.

Happy! .... nope.

I don't know why I volunteered my time to come in to a place that doesn't need me, that makes me feel like crap, and that I hate... I was a food runner and I thought, like the other one I transferred from, that I would get tipped after the shift. But no. And the other food runners were so negative and rude about it. Agh! So to my dismay, I settled on telling the person who is checking everyone out to ask them to tip us, leaving it to us tomorrow.... well I didn't even ask her I had someone else ask her because we have a mutual hatred and she's a bitch.

Seriously! I was doing my job. I went to get an appetizer out of the window and she comes over to my counter and refuses to let me tray up any more food or take it out. She grabbed the tray out of my hand "excuse me!? Can you let me do my job!?" She asked glaring at me. Oh we'll I wasn't aware it was your job to steal the tray out of my hand and refuse to let me do my job... "Oh!? Okay!" I said stepping back with my arms crossed, rather rudely. A short time after I stood back she starts calling out: "Food runner! I need a food runner!" I asked where it was going, she ignores me. She calls again. So I come up to the counter, grab the tray and yell in her face while looking at the screen what table its going to. I yell: "where's it going!" She doesn't say anything, but gives me a dirty look as I walk out of the kitchen. After I drop the food off I set the tray down in front of her and resume my arms crossed annoyed post behind her. She turns around and stares at me. I'm watching the screen build with the items kitchen is bumping back. Finally I ask her what? She scoffs and finally resumes traying up food.

Grr. It was such a hard night, many servers broke either crying or snapping at people. I'm so glad I wasn't serving! But I wish I didn't come in at all.

Tonight sucked. I hope you had a better Valentine's day than this!

Blah.

I hate this job.  I hate all the people who tell me what to do. I hate getting criticism when its not constructive. And I really hate when guests try and tell me how my life is... like they know me or something.

I brought food to a table for another server. They saw the tat on my arm and wanted to talk about tats.. normally I would not mind this, but when I mentioned that I've had a hard life and they told me "oh your twenty three, you haven't had a hard life. You don't know what a hard life is." I just about lost it! I wanted to reach across the table and slap the bitch! Like she knows me!? Who the hell does she think she is!?

I get that society has this preconceived notion of what a servers life is like. But really?

Well... tomorrow's Valentine's day... that will be like arriving at one possible final destination... I need to go find a fire proof, air conditioned hand basket!

Oops

Well my general manager just stopped me from walking out with two bowls of soup....

Tonight was not busy but steady, I felt like they were only giving me two tables at a time.  I didn't make much. 

I had these two sweet ladies come in.  They were so terrible though! When I asked them to fill out the online survey they asked me to do it for them! We had a whole conversation about it: they wrote their names down and said "here, just put our names on it if that makes you feel better! Lol

Computers are down...

This morning I worked in the bar: made all on $29.  No terrible guests just not many of them. Had about three hours to kill for break. An hour before the dinner shift, when I want to order some food, the computers go down: there's no dinner menu on the computer. There is no way for us to send our food to the kitchen... the manager is having us write tickets back to the kitchen, and we are not set up for that.

Oh boy. This is going to be a fun night!

Fuck.

Another double today... let's see if I get fired..... woohoo!

Worst day ive had in a while...

I've had a long day.  I worked my second double in a row, they gave me my blue card fifteen minutes before they wanted me to come back on. I still had an open table. Which means no break for me. That equals an eleven hour day for me. I am so tired.  And we were packed the whole night! Constantly being double, triple sat! I fucked up tonight.  I let a two top sit there for an hour and a half before I realized that I hadn't put in their order... they were unhappy, at least they were nice about it! Last night I kept walking by a table that had been sat, I didn't notice it at all because my two other tables were running me ragged and when I talked to those table my back was to the one I had forgotten.... but I was written up tonight.  My second time at this restaurant.  They told me it was because of those two incidences, and they informed me that some of the other servers were complaining about me leaving trays of dirty dishes out on the floor.  Now I understand why I don't really have any friends there: no one likes me!  I'm slow oblivious and just a bit fucked up I guess.  I burnt my fingers today too... that still hurts.

Maybe I'm just not cut out to be a server... the next time I get written up I'll be fired. That scares me: I have bills to pay...  I remember when I started this job how stressed I was through orientation thinking that I would be cut then... I guess they just wanted to make sure I was hopeless. 

Well I have the day off tomorrow. I won't have to listen to the managers yelling at us to run food constantly. I mean come on! We're all busy. If you want the food to go out on busy nights like that then hire a damn runner!

But what ever. Fuck this. No one cares anyways.