A stroke?!
At about 10pm tonight, one of our elderly regulars had a mild stroke. She comes in with all of her family about once or twice a month. They are VERY nice people and very nice to the wait staff. I didnt even know there was anything wrong until I saw the ambulance show up 20 min later. I was in cocktail and they were in the main dining area so I didnt see it. I still feel really bad tho. Get better soon!
Anyway, today was crappy. I have a new job at an office and its one of those mon-fri 9-5 jobs but I have to get up around 7am to make it there on time. I get to peppers at about 6pm to do my night shift. The problem with us being so short staffed is that people that work day jobs (there are about 3 others) that have to close. On fridays we lose at 12 at night but most people are still trying to get drunk around then and love to bother me. There have been a few times that I have been waiting on people (literally) until 2 in the morning when I have to wake up 7 hours later to come back and open the restaurant the next day.
I cursed in my mind at managment for making me close but what I thought was more torturous was that 6pm is after the bar already fills up. This means that poor Fields already has more than 12 tables. The bar physically has 12 tables but many people will pull up chairs from the dining area or stand at our table tables to the point where you cant walk through cocktail anymore. As a result of this, Fields is freaking out and getting yelled at for drinks and I have to help him until things calm down. He gets bad tips for bad service and I get my first table at 7:30 and dont see a penny of my hour and a half of helping. I did horribly over all for the night and made quite under what I consider minimum for any night.
I am angry for managment putting me in this position and im tired.
Moral? None really, just me being mad that I had to stay late and make chump change. Im also sad for the old lady thats going to be sleeping in the hospital tonight. Well, they said it was mild and she was up and walking around...
Anyway, today was crappy. I have a new job at an office and its one of those mon-fri 9-5 jobs but I have to get up around 7am to make it there on time. I get to peppers at about 6pm to do my night shift. The problem with us being so short staffed is that people that work day jobs (there are about 3 others) that have to close. On fridays we lose at 12 at night but most people are still trying to get drunk around then and love to bother me. There have been a few times that I have been waiting on people (literally) until 2 in the morning when I have to wake up 7 hours later to come back and open the restaurant the next day.
I cursed in my mind at managment for making me close but what I thought was more torturous was that 6pm is after the bar already fills up. This means that poor Fields already has more than 12 tables. The bar physically has 12 tables but many people will pull up chairs from the dining area or stand at our table tables to the point where you cant walk through cocktail anymore. As a result of this, Fields is freaking out and getting yelled at for drinks and I have to help him until things calm down. He gets bad tips for bad service and I get my first table at 7:30 and dont see a penny of my hour and a half of helping. I did horribly over all for the night and made quite under what I consider minimum for any night.
I am angry for managment putting me in this position and im tired.
Moral? None really, just me being mad that I had to stay late and make chump change. Im also sad for the old lady thats going to be sleeping in the hospital tonight. Well, they said it was mild and she was up and walking around...
posted by Peppers waiter at 9:59 PM
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