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.
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