Thursday, November 10, 2011

Why I Hate My Job. Part 4

     The other night I was at work the same night that everything else was going wrong. Yes, more happened. One of the last table I had were all drunk off their asses only one was sober to drive home.

     They were, at first, nice and easy to handle. Keep in mind I was running from dining to piano bar all night. As the night grew older these people just became more and more drunk and more and more annoying.

    While I was checking on my tables in dining I look to the back and see my boss pouring a beer for one of my guests. I was just over there and refilled everything they had so I went over to question. When I got over there I asked my boss who she was getting a drink for and she said one of the ladies at my table.

     I explained I was just over here and refilled everything. She said the lady was BEHIND the bar and POURING HER OWN 32.oz BEER. She was trying to steal beer. End of story.

     My boss scolded me and said that if she was caught doing it again she would charge me for an entire keg of beer. WTF right??? How is it my fault that you (my boss) did NOT schedule anyone for the piano bar that night and no one is back there watching these people.

     So then I got stuck baby-sitting these stupid drunk idiots. Neglecting my other tables in the section that I was originally scheduled in. There was a guy sitting at the next table over who had actually succeeded in getting a beer so my table thought "oh, if he can do it, we can too."


     The 2 culprits who were attempting to get free beer got up and went to the bathroom so I decided it was my chance to go check on my other tables. As I was walking back there, the other two were coming back from the bathroom and walking directly in front of me. She started walking around the back of the bar giving yet another try at free beer until she looked up and saw me and was like "oh, shit." Yeah, fucker, I'm still back here baby-sitting you. Go sit the hell down.

     So I went to tell my boss that she tried again. My boss was actually willing to kick her ass out this time. Because stealing beer is bad. While my boss was walking back there she noticed one of the drunk from my table back by the bathrooms. He tore the bathroom sign off the door (ripping paint and chipping wood off the door as well).


     She proceeded to kick him out and go attend to the other children at the table. I cashed them out and they were forced to leave. Duh. After they left my boss had noticed that the womens restroom sign was missing too. They did get away with that one.


Strike 4.

     I quit.

No comments:

Post a Comment