The Insane Waiter

Running wild on customers, chefs, owners and managers since 1997. I bring to you, The Insane Waiter. What do bring to your table? A crisp bottle of San Pellegrino ? Perhaps a lovely seared Sashimi Tuna? Start off with a wonderful bottle from Tuscany perhaps? Why I'll be more than happy to bring you your White Zinfandel and Chicken Caesar. No you can't order the mac and cheese off the kids menu and sorry no, we don't serve cheese sticks....

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Calling in

Well it happened, it snowed a damn foot.

Being as I live in an ill managed apartment complex, they hadn’t plowed the lot yet.

Braving 12 cold inches, I managed to get my car out of my spot, only to get stuck mere yards from the street outlet.

I was giving a neighbor a ride to work and I looked over at him.

“We’re fucked.” Was what that look stated.

Run after run up the incline I made, with little to no avail. Driving around the building yielded little in the way of progress as well.

I was stuck, and having to make a call I dreaded.

For I was about to dare to call in.

I thought to myself, who is the opening manager?

It was Wednesday, that meant the GM, the same guy who somehow thought I faked a flat tire so I could be late, the same guy who refuses to let us call in sick unless we find a replacement for the shift, the same guy who thought I snuck in and looked at the side work chart and called in when I found out it was easy.

I called.

“Yeah GM, I don’t know if I’m going to make it in today, my lot is still snowed in.” I said.

“Really, well other servers are already here, maybe you should have gotten up early.” He responded.

“I did get up early, I’m stuck and can’t get out, I’m not just running late.” I said.

“Well we need you to get here, other servers haven’t had problems.” He said.

I’m not other servers, my car can’t get out of the lot, I’ve been trying for twenty minutes.” I said.

“Well you should have gotten up earlier.” He countered.

I hate circular logic, its what small children use when they have no leg to stand on, them and small minded middle managers.

“ Well nonetheless, I’m not going to be able to drive to work today, I don’t think you’ll need a full staff due to the weather.” I said.

“That’s up for me to decide, can’t you take a cab?” He asked.

If you want me to wait two hours for one, it did snow a foot after all.” I said.

“How about the bus, you can take that.” He responded.

“The next bus won’t be along for about forty five minutes, that really isn’t convenient to get me back and forth from work on a day like today.” I said.

“Well just get here as soon as you can.” He finished by clicking off.

Man, your boss is a dick.” My friend said.

“You should know, he fired you,” I said with a smile,” looks like we’re taking the bus.”

An hour and a half later I arrived at work, the bus was running slow in the poor weather.

“Oh, we don’t need you today, I had the bartender try to call you.” Said the GM as I entered the door.

I glanced at my phone, they had called only five minutes prior.

“Well what fucking good does that do?” I sputtered, “why couldn’t you just let me stay home when I called?”

“We didn’t know how busy it would get, we might have needed you.” Said the GM.

“It snowed a foot overnight! How busy do you think it could have been?” I said with dismay.

“I just wasted two hours of my time trying to get here and none of it would have been necessary if you would have let me call off.” I continued.

“Well it was to early to call.” he said.

“We’re not even open yet, you’re in the same situation as when I called you, we’ll be dead, and you just wasted half my morning and now I have to wait another hour until the bus comes by again.” I said, right before I walked out the door.

Today I asked another waiter how busy it got yesterday.

“Man, it was fucking dead.” He said.

No shit, it snowed a damn foot.


At 10:37 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your boss really is a cocksmack. At least you told him off just enough to not get fired.

At 4:15 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh man I can hardly wait untill you are in charge of you own crew.

It will change you over night into one of them. I still think you owe your GM a hug.

At 4:19 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Youre a dip shit

Pack it tight and get to work on time. THE WHOLE WORLD KNEW A WEEK IN ADVANCE THAT IT WAS GOING TO SNOW. Plan ahead and quit trying to blaze a new trail back to the stone age. DIP SHIT

At 5:03 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

what on earth does "blaze a new trail back to the stone age" mean?

At 1:49 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

One time i was hostessing, all the roads were cover in a foot of snow, the busses weren't running, only the subway, if you can manage to get over the snow drifts up and down to it. Oh and i had a broken foot. I called in to ask if i needed to come in due to cicumstances, and of course i did , it wasn't there fault i was dumb and busted my foot. so i trudge through the snow plasticbagged freezing foot and came into to work only to be met with "well we tried to call you 5minutes ago to tell you not to come in"

At 10:17 AM , Blogger Beatbabe said...

oh man, people like that make me wanna work for myself. i feel for ya.

im glad you told them off before you left, too many waiters dont say shit to management and thats why we get walked all over.

At 2:18 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Do you work at The Landing in Marblehead, MA? Because the exact same thing happened to me - I mean exactly - a few years ago. What is it with restaurant managers? Is there a place where they breed craven jackasses and then train them to work in restaurants?

At 11:45 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have to say: it was incredibly rude of your GM to pull a stunt like that. However, the fact is, you knew prior to the morning that it was going to snow a foot. You should have called a cab the night before for AM pickup. A restaurant is a job, not a day care. It was your responsibility to get to work on time, not the GM's. I understand that sometimes restaurant rules can be harsh but, what if the place HAD gotten slammed? If I was the GM, and you called out, and the place got slammed, you can be sure that I would have fired your ass. You are arguing the same sense of entitlement that you rant about customers having.

At 3:29 PM , Anonymous OhioWaitress said...

I think it depends on where you work. Around here, if it snows an inch, everyone calls off and there'll be one table at work. My managers will actually call US and ask if we want to stay home.

At 10:20 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your GM's problem is a power hungry problem. He knew it would be slow, trust me.


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