offensive middle-aged men and children's scissors
All I did for your table was to seat you and give you your check [no sections or hostess at this place]. You don't even know my name, so where do you get off coming all the way to the rear of the dining room on your way out to ask me, without any pleasantries, "where are you going to be in 5 years?" I really don't feel like talking about my life with a complete stranger, especially one who looks down on my job and presumes to know better than me how to run my life. You know nothing about me or my motivations for working at this job. Don't give me a look that suggests that I'm working at a dead-end, irresponsible job, and that if I don't have a plan for something "better" to do with my life I'm a failure and a drain on society. When my answer to your initial question is a simple "not here", don't ask me if I'm sure about that. I have no obligation to tell you about the summer internship that I'm really looking forward to, and I especially don't want to disclose my very personal hopes and dreams to an asshole like you. And, by the way, your question was also insulting and offensive to people who make a career of waiting tables. You may not know this, but it's one of the hardest jobs anyone can do, and it generally makes servers more money than retail jobs would. Perfectly valid. I'm so glad that you feel you're above such labor. Fuck off.
I made those name-cards for the buffet almost a month ago and you didn't print them out until now. Tonight you asked me to cut them out (2 3x5 cards per sheet) but the only scissors available were a pair like someone might give to a 6-year-old. Now, I shouldn't care so much because it's not my restaurant and I won't be working there much longer anyway, but those scissors were below my personal standards for a job like that, not to mention the fact that they made my hand cramp. I'll bring my own pair to finish the job tomorrow; then maybe I won't be so grouchy.
You were a bit prickly and standoffish, but the $22 on the $108.20 check was appreciated.
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And what's with so many people forgetting to sign their credit card slips and/or taking the wrong copy these days?
OH I almost forgot...
Last week the new dishwasher who is also in training to be a cook asked me if I could borrow the boss' car and drive him 3 hours to his old place in New Jersey to pick up "a bag and some money" that he'd left when he moved. How sketchy! Need I say more?