Friday, August 26, 2011

Umm...You are no better than I am, honey, so slow your roll

I had a job interview for a sales/teller position today.  The first interview I had with this company I completely rocked. The guy loved me and my personality (which is not a code for the girls since they were completely covered up). So this interview I show up and am told that the girl is in a meeting. I'm a little put off but the meeting is with her boss so I don't get too concerned.  About 15-20 minutes later I'm still waiting and boss and chica have gone into shootin-the-shit mode of their "meeting".  One of the workers (both of which were super nice btw) asked what time my interview was for and when I told them she interrupted the bosses for me. So I go in and chica is all sorry and I'm all no worries things come up it's cool. We chit-chat for about 30 seconds and then get to the interview.

Then it happens..."I know as a server (sneer) you don't have quotas or anything like that so how do you think you will handle it." and, "what about customer service, how will you handle that?"

Because, you know, working in a restaurant is not about customer service at all...and there may not be quotas per se but some companies do throw conniptions if you don't hit the sales goal they set....don't sneer at me because I work in the restaurant biz when you only work in a bank (and not even that high up). And mostly, don't waste my time when you already have a preconceived notion of who I am.  You weren't going to hire my so why even go through the interview?

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

THAT person

So you know that person you work with who nothing ever seems to be good enough for them.  You know the garlic is too garlicky, this person walk too fast but that one walks too slow, etc. Yesterday, that person was me. I was freaking out over stuff that normally wouldn't faze me (or that I studiously ignore). I don't know what my deal was but the stop light in my head was not working so everything got verbalized last night.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Needin a break

I'm so tired of people right now.  All week it has been ringring...ringring...yes what time do you close? in 5 minutes, so if i come in right now you can still serve me?  fantastic i will be there in three

Twats.  Every single one of them.

As a result I have been finagling my way out of the FOH to work in the kitchen. Yes, I would much rather work in the heat for less pay than keep taking care of the fuck-staches that come in.

On a side note for those not in the biz, you have the luxury of getting off work at a specific time. You get off at 5, well at 4:55 if someone were trying to get you to do something you could, in fact, put it off until the next day (unless it's from your boss then...whatever) As a peon in a restaurant I don't get to tell you that we're closed, or to not come in, I have to let you come in. Even if we close at 10 and you walk in at 9:59 I have to sit your ass at a table. However, when coming in this late I will lock the doors precisely when we close and I will refuse to let any extra people in the building or let you leave and come back in. Also don't expect super fresh soup or bread and you have no right to get pissy when your salad comes out on the same tray as the entree.