neakylikeaninja

Bleh...

I had a really crappy day at work Saturday. It just sucked, everything went wrong.

It started two days ago, when it rained until the streets flooded. My guy's brother lives with us (this information will become important later...). He and his girlfriend were driving around during the rain, and happened upon one of the flooded streets. The roommate drives a mustang with a cold air intake (this information will also become important later...). So, he happens upon this flooded street, doesn't think it's that bad, and drives on. The street is sitting with a little less than a foot of water, his cold air intake, which sits very low and is supposed to suck in nice cool air, sucked in nice cold water and blew up his engine. So, since he's my guy's brother, and he lives with us, now ALL of us are sharing one Grand Am.

So, Saturday, I am supposed to go in to work at 3:30. I got in the shower at like 2:30, and spent way too long in the shower. So, instead of giving the roommate, who also had to be at work at 3:30, a ride to work, he took the car, and our friend who happened to be over at the house said he would give me a ride. No problem, everything's cool. Except that I spent way too long in the shower, roommate was gone when I got out, with all of my waitress necessities in the back seat. Nyerk.

So, I'm already running late. It's now 3:25, but work is only right up the street. So, I get to work on time sans waitress necessities (pouch to hold my book, book with pad of paper and pockets to hold money and credit card receipts and the like, pens, lighter, wine key, ect. ect.)
So, I go in, and have to borrow a pen from a guy who's a huge sweetheart. I don't have anywhere to put the pen (don't have my pouch attached to my apron) so I stick it on my apron string, and go and get a black check book (the black one that we give checks to customers in at the end of meals) to use as a make-shift book until my oh-so-sweet boy returns with the stuff from roommate-borrowed Grand Am.
I go and check in, and they tell me I will be in the section called Chianti (ain't it cute? all our sections are named after wines.) and will be the odd-numbered tables. No prob. So I go find the server who has the odd tables in Chianti, tell him I'm taking over for him, and ask what I can do to help him leave since he's been there all day. He says to get the tables set up, he's already taken orders on the two tables, and then we can get them transferred over to me and I'll take care of them so he can leave. Cool, again, no problem. So, I go tell the hostesses that I'm Chianti Odd, and taking over the two tables for the AM server so he can leave. They say ok. I go back to the kitchen, help him get everything set up, two tables are cool, I'm now comfortably busy without all my waitress necessities, but not stressed. Hostess from Hell comes back to the kitchen: "Hey, I just double sat you at two even tabels."
Me: "Um... ok?" Grumble under my breath Don't you fucking speak English?I'm ODD tables. Took over two tables for the AM server. I'm supposed to MAYBE have ONE more table, but not yet. Gods damn you, you fucking bitch. Hostess gives me a look, turns around, and leaves me with my now four tables who all need to be taken care of NOW. Fucking hostess from Hell.
The am server took back his two tables.

So, now I'm pissed and stressed out. Being double sat with two tables isn't fun, it means that both tables will be running a little slow, which they will be mad about even though it's the hostess from Hell's fault, will complain about said slowness, and then won't tip. I still don't have needed stuff, and keep dropping make shift book because I don't have anywhere to keep it without my pouch.

First table leaves, steals borrowed pen.

Boy arives with stuff, hostesses don't tell me, he leaves. So, being stressed out, I over-react at not getting to see my guy and not getting my stuff for another twenty minutes because the hostess from Hell doesn't feel like coming to tell me my stuff is here, and I eventually go and ask, and hostess from Hell says "Oh yeah, he left it a while ago." Thanks a lot.

So, now I have all my needed stuff. I go to new tables (since I'm double sat again) and take orders. Newly borrowed pen to replace old stolen borrowed pen, breaks. Leaving me to write with crayons from the kids menu packs.

The rest of my night wasn't much better. To make a long story short, I had to take a mean-assed complaining table when I already had three tables (which is our limit) because my fucking partner can't wait tables for shit. So, I had to deal with a guy who was then pissed at ME, though I did nothing but take care of him for the other server, because his meal experience was ruined. At the same time, two dinners on one table came out at the same time as their appetizer, which had been rung in like twenty mins. before the dinners, another table didn't even have their dinners (though they were rung in before other table's dinners, and should have come out like ten mins. prior to that table's app.) other table is leaving and leaves me 3 on thirty-four, and hostess from Hell tells me that me and partner from Hell are going to be getting an eight top. Horray!!!

I go back to the kitchen and cry.

To top off my lovely evening of trying not to cry again or kill my partner, the fuckin' hostess from Hell wouldn't let me out at the end of the night (company policy says no one is allowed out after closing unless they are in groups of three or more because there is safety in numbers) even though my ride was right outside the door, because "Well, then I'LL have to wait for two more people to walk out with..." Fuckin' bitch.

But I'm not bitter.

So, anyways. I spent the rest of the day depressed, went to bed when I wasn't tired, and layed there depressed and not sleeping and trying not to cry again until I finally drifted off somewhere in the vicinity of four or five in the morning.

Nyerk.

But, I go to Florida in eight days... So it's ok. I'll hold out.