The Restaurant Species Guide
Part One: The "Rockstar" Server
This particular specimen displays both color (flair) and a loud obnoxious mating ritual.
Can be seen constantly waxing the General Manager's car, running to the store for light bulbs, copy paper or for the management's lunch from a better restaurant.
He normally has received one of several bogus promotions such as...
Said promotions give none to little actual authority and only exist for moral purposes...
Think a placebo folks.
Said "promotion" may actually bump up the waiter's salary from $2.85 to the fabled minimum wage or even higher.
Although he/she will never see a red cent of this do to the fact that the raise usually serves to pay off the higher taxes and their paycheck will remain a big fat zero.
They will then find themselves training rookie servers and staying late nights closing while the "real" management run acrossed the street to Bennigans for a "Big Irish" burger and a Guinness or two.
Any attempt to exercise authority by these waiters will be met with contempt and distrust by the "real" servers on the staff.
So pretty much they're stuck doing the shit shifts and shit work with no respect from the staff and no pay, all so they can brown nose their way in with the assistant manager for the fabled "management" promotion that will be promptly given to a junior college graduate with a busboy job as his reference, over the "Rockstar" waiter of course.
Key signs that a "Rockstar" is in the house is that they'll actually sit down with your family and rattle off their "jalapeno shooter" spiel while a flashing Bacardi Limon button rest on their lapel along with a variety of buttons that denote their rank as the elite of a restaurant.
They actually believe the corporate hocus pocus that the company executives spout out and are rarely found at any sort of restaurant that anyone with good taste and or dignity will visit.
Habitats include: Bennigan's, Red Lobster, Olive Garden, TGI Friday's...
And of course, Applebee's.