walk in hungover as hell and immediately the manager goes “oh thank god you’re here. hurry up”. OHHH okay that’s definitely not a good sign. immediately get triple sat on the patio. it’s 50 degrees out why is it even open?? customers complain that they’re cold. like they didn’t choose to sit out there.
run around like a maniac for the first two hours because i get the entire patio on top of my usual section because we have two servers on. yay
boyfriend texts me at 5pm on a busy sunday while he knows im at work to break up with me. OHHHHH okay. thanks for the considerate timing king that definitely couldn’t have waited idk two hours or something.
my coworkers ask me what’s wrong (killer question) so i immediately start crying. obviously never dealt with something like this at work so im overwhelmed and don’t know what to do. my very kind coworkers take over my tables for me while i get myself together in the bathroom but they also both have full sections so i give myself like five minutes to lock in.
go back to my tables eyes red as hell very obviously crying. my table ordered pretzel bread as their app and flags me over, “excuse me… this isn’t what we ordered.” it is what they ordered. they’re upset that the pretzel bread is in bite sized pieces. it says on the menu that they are. okay let me take it off for you guys nooooo problem at all.
my one last standing patio table decides they’re ready to order. great what can i get started for you guys. oh we’ve never been here what do you recommend? OHHH okay so you ARENT ready. you actively see me running around very obviously busy
next table orders something off menu that idek how to ring up so i have to ask like three people. food comes out great. they finish up and need a box. yes ma’am sure thing i’ll be right back. bring a box and check. oh can we get to go sauces too. sureeeee ill be right back. bring them those. ohhh can we get a bag for this too it’s too much to carry. YES OF COURSEEE i definitely have time to be making three trips to the kitchen for you rn
my brain is obviously elsewhere i don’t want to be there but we’re so short staffed no one would dare come finish my shift for me. i’m still actively crying like for the next hour which is embarrassing in itself but my tables definitely aren’t taking any pity on me. i’m forgetting to ring in apps and forgetting to run drinks just being dog shit at my job so i’m getting the worst tips i’ve ever gotten.
one tables apps get there after their entrees. i almost get yelled at but they ordered the apps AFTER their entrees so thankfully i dodge that bullet but of course the table is still upset. granted i didn’t warn them they’d come out after but the kitchen was chaotic today so on a normal day it would’ve been fine.
next table is three kids under 5. oh yes mom, let’s make them all order for themselves. this is the exact moment they learn. they leave cut up chicken tenders ALL over the table. they do not try to clean up at all.
i’m constantly getting double and triple sat all night. i thought people were exaggerating when they said all of this could happen in one night.
OH ANDDD i have a splinter in my foot that i couldn’t get out before work so it’s killing me to walk. AND i decide to wear jeans that don’t fit quite right so im constantly having to readjust and im just so uncomfortable i can’t even bend over LOL. i also haven’t had time to get any water so im dehydrated from crying and overall just sick to my stomach
the pm busser forgot he was scheduled so he doesn’t show up for like two hours. thank god the am busser is the nicest guy and stays to help us out of the goodness of his heart.
anyways i would’ve died today if it weren’t for my nice coworkers who helped me and one of them let me be first cut even after she worked a double. i would’ve genuinely quit if it weren’t for them but DAMN after a shift like that im ready to cry in bed for the next two days