Friday, September 6, 2013
Well That Shift Wore Me Slap Out!
I felt like I was in the Lucy episode where she and Ethyl worked on the candy assembly line except I didn't have Ethyl to help me. I forgot to put one order in but caught it soon enough to go back and beg the cooks to make it on the fly. (restaurant term for "hurry the hell up")
Working in a restaurant is like working in a divided country. In my opinion servers are South Korea and cooks are North Korea. Of course ask them and they would say the reverse. In down times we all get along, unless you are a crappy server. If you're a crappy server they are on your butt every minute of every shift and for that I don't blame them. I'm not the best server in the world but I'm no slacker and unlike a lot of the younger servers, know all the Latinos names. The cooks pushed ahead my late ticket and got the food out before the customers walked. They were a really nice couple and it's not like they didn't see me running around like I was in cartoon. I had another couple who while boxing up their leftovers spilled a tiny drop of sauce on the man's pant leg. He said not to worry but I did. I came back to the table with a cloth wet with fresh squeezed lemon and soda water on it. Yes I am old but yes I used to read 'Hints From Heloise' in the Sunday paper. I leaned down to dab the spot on his pant leg around his calf but the minute I touched his pants knew they weren't "Dickies." Crap, they felt like linen pants or maybe even silk. I looked up and said "I'm guessing you didn't get these at Wal Mart."
Then to top it off when I ran his credit card I ran it for the table behind them, over charging him by thirteen dollars. The owner credited back the thirteen dollars to their card but in my flustered state didn't leave a copy for them to tip on. I saw the wife up front talking to Barb (One of the owners) and just knew she was complaining about my service. Gods be good, she was simply telling Barb I didn't give a slip for them to leave a tip on so they would just bring back cash. I thought to myself, "I'll never see them again and my husband will never have a pair of pants as fancy as that guy was wearing."
Whadda ya know? Thirty minutes later the dude walked back in and handed me thirteen bucks. I saw him come in the front door talking to the hostess and could tell he was describing me when he made hand gestures like he had short spiky hair.
I goofed up. I am only human. The thing is some people are nice about it and some people act like you ruined not only their night but their life.
I bounce between my jobs. At one I sit and wait for people to come to sell to, hoping they will buy. The other job they come in and have already decided to buy and simply want me to make it a pleasant experience.
It's been slow at the new mattress gig but only the second week we've been open seven days. It wasn't a big week but I doubled my sales from last week. If I can do that every week I'll have something going on in no time.
Waited on one table tonight who I bonded with and told me she would forward Tim's resume to KIA where she works.
It's gonna happen for us, I have no doubts. (well maybe a few)
Going up Sunday afternoon to visit the little Miss Massey at Georgia State. A dear friend of mine from work, Crazy Catie is going with me (actually driving me) and we are taking the girls and their new friend to Lil Five in Atlanta, tooling around and then having a burger at The Vortex.
Two more shifts then I'm headed to downtown Atlanta. When I was a teen we spent almost every weekend there. That was when Underground Atlanta was REALLY underground. That was when the legal age was eighteen, and before they realized that was a stupid mistake.
Mid town Atlanta is the most amazing, growing, eclectic and accepting part of the city. It's a place where you can be who you want to be and not be judged...and if you are judged, we call those judgers tourists!
Looking forward to The Vortex!
Til next time...COTTON