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I had a fucking crazy day at work today.
Parts are more entertaining than others, so I'm going to cut it into sections.
First, yesterday I arranged a trade with the other person who's working as a host right now. She was supposed to work a double on thursday so I could have the day off, and I'd work a double for her on Sunday, which had been my scheduled day off. Well, I made a tiny error and wrote the changes in on the wrong day on the schedule we keep at the host stand, however I did TELL her thursday, I wrote it on Wednesday. She didn't say anything to me about it. Today, they call me at like 11:30 as I'm on my way in [we sometimes have fairly busy lunches on wednesdays, so they like to have two hosts for the lunch shift-- she had been schedule to open at 11 and I had been schedule to come in at 12 and stay until 9pm] and say she said we'd switched and I was supposed to have been there at 11. I told them it wasn't true and was on my way anyway.
Well, when I get there I find she didn't come in at all, not even at 12, her car wouldn't start, she'd said. So here's where I look at the schedule and notice my error. Now, this girl does a horrible job and everyone (though they may like her personally) can't stand to work with her so everyone is quick to blame her without question for the misunderstanding. No one even THINKS of it POSSIBLY being my fault, so naturally it would have been REALLY hard to go up to someone and tell them what happened. They wouldn't have wanted to believe me. So after much agonizing, I revise my changes to the schedule to reflect what I had meant to write originally.
Later, she calls the store to talk to me and asks if I can stay until 9 for her because her car won't start and I'm like 'Uh... yeah... if you'll just work a double tomorrow so I can have the day off.' And she's like 'YEAH no problem, THANKS SO MUCH!!!' And so I'm just like, WOW, what the hell, how did that work out so well?
So basically I fucked up and ended up looking like a saint for it. Beautiful.
Though, personally, if I were her and she'd told me one thing and written another, I'd have looked into it. I told the manager on duty what the trade was supposed to be, so she could have asked her. Doesn't matter though, because it's all fixed with me coming out on top-- except that I'm fucked if they fire her, because then I'll be the only host and will DIE from working too much. I'm going to ask for a raise though.
That's only one of the crazy things though, and the least interesting of them.
Later, when we're totally dead and just kind of standing around talking, etc, this lady comes in. I'd seen her before-- she came in a few weeks ago and asked to use the phone, like five times and kept trying to tell me about how her brother was supposed to meet her but his cell phone was off, and kept touching me as she walked back out. Anyway, she comes up to me and this new guy and says she needs our help. She starts telling this long sob story about her mother having cancer, being hospitalized, and her being $6.36 short of the cab ride to see her. She asks if there's anything she can do for money, or if anyone will just give it to her. By this point she is crying and says she'll even scrub a toilet with a toothbrush. I have to tell her 'No' and luckily she wasn't too persistent about it like I thought she might be. Hours later, a table comes in and when I ask how they are as I seat them, they say "oh fine, except some lady begging us for money in the parking lot." I'm like "She's still here?" And I go tell the manager. They go out to look for her and kick her out, but couldn't find her. The people seemed very appreciative of our concern, though.
Then, some drunk lesbians came in and sat at the bar. They were HOT. Anyway, they were obviously drunk so the bartender cut them off after one drink and they got pissed off and left without paying. They acted so naturally when they left that I had no idea they hadn't paid and I even opened the door for them and thanked them as they stumbled out. Someone who had been just arriving, a regular, noticed them leaving and they nearly ran into several cars in the process, but were going too fast for him to get the license plate number.
And finally, there was a table of this guy and his fiancee and her kids. Maria (the manager) had gone around doing her table visits, making chit chat with the customers as is her job, and that table had talked with her a particularly long time, telling her about their wedding plans, etc. A bit later, the woman's in the bathroom and the guy's up at the bar. He calls Maria over and then GRABS her and starts groping her. She yanks away and tells him not to touch her, but she decided NOT to kick him out because she didn't want to embarrass the woman. I disagree with that, but eh, it's her choice.
Parts are more entertaining than others, so I'm going to cut it into sections.
First, yesterday I arranged a trade with the other person who's working as a host right now. She was supposed to work a double on thursday so I could have the day off, and I'd work a double for her on Sunday, which had been my scheduled day off. Well, I made a tiny error and wrote the changes in on the wrong day on the schedule we keep at the host stand, however I did TELL her thursday, I wrote it on Wednesday. She didn't say anything to me about it. Today, they call me at like 11:30 as I'm on my way in [we sometimes have fairly busy lunches on wednesdays, so they like to have two hosts for the lunch shift-- she had been schedule to open at 11 and I had been schedule to come in at 12 and stay until 9pm] and say she said we'd switched and I was supposed to have been there at 11. I told them it wasn't true and was on my way anyway.
Well, when I get there I find she didn't come in at all, not even at 12, her car wouldn't start, she'd said. So here's where I look at the schedule and notice my error. Now, this girl does a horrible job and everyone (though they may like her personally) can't stand to work with her so everyone is quick to blame her without question for the misunderstanding. No one even THINKS of it POSSIBLY being my fault, so naturally it would have been REALLY hard to go up to someone and tell them what happened. They wouldn't have wanted to believe me. So after much agonizing, I revise my changes to the schedule to reflect what I had meant to write originally.
Later, she calls the store to talk to me and asks if I can stay until 9 for her because her car won't start and I'm like 'Uh... yeah... if you'll just work a double tomorrow so I can have the day off.' And she's like 'YEAH no problem, THANKS SO MUCH!!!' And so I'm just like, WOW, what the hell, how did that work out so well?
So basically I fucked up and ended up looking like a saint for it. Beautiful.
Though, personally, if I were her and she'd told me one thing and written another, I'd have looked into it. I told the manager on duty what the trade was supposed to be, so she could have asked her. Doesn't matter though, because it's all fixed with me coming out on top-- except that I'm fucked if they fire her, because then I'll be the only host and will DIE from working too much. I'm going to ask for a raise though.
That's only one of the crazy things though, and the least interesting of them.
Later, when we're totally dead and just kind of standing around talking, etc, this lady comes in. I'd seen her before-- she came in a few weeks ago and asked to use the phone, like five times and kept trying to tell me about how her brother was supposed to meet her but his cell phone was off, and kept touching me as she walked back out. Anyway, she comes up to me and this new guy and says she needs our help. She starts telling this long sob story about her mother having cancer, being hospitalized, and her being $6.36 short of the cab ride to see her. She asks if there's anything she can do for money, or if anyone will just give it to her. By this point she is crying and says she'll even scrub a toilet with a toothbrush. I have to tell her 'No' and luckily she wasn't too persistent about it like I thought she might be. Hours later, a table comes in and when I ask how they are as I seat them, they say "oh fine, except some lady begging us for money in the parking lot." I'm like "She's still here?" And I go tell the manager. They go out to look for her and kick her out, but couldn't find her. The people seemed very appreciative of our concern, though.
Then, some drunk lesbians came in and sat at the bar. They were HOT. Anyway, they were obviously drunk so the bartender cut them off after one drink and they got pissed off and left without paying. They acted so naturally when they left that I had no idea they hadn't paid and I even opened the door for them and thanked them as they stumbled out. Someone who had been just arriving, a regular, noticed them leaving and they nearly ran into several cars in the process, but were going too fast for him to get the license plate number.
And finally, there was a table of this guy and his fiancee and her kids. Maria (the manager) had gone around doing her table visits, making chit chat with the customers as is her job, and that table had talked with her a particularly long time, telling her about their wedding plans, etc. A bit later, the woman's in the bathroom and the guy's up at the bar. He calls Maria over and then GRABS her and starts groping her. She yanks away and tells him not to touch her, but she decided NOT to kick him out because she didn't want to embarrass the woman. I disagree with that, but eh, it's her choice.