Sure, it looked like a glamorous position when you attended your friend's wedding last month. Watching the banquet manager, or maitre d’, escorting the bride & groom into the room, then directing his waiters in serving the food, then later even taking center stage during the cake cutting ceremony, seemed like a cool job. You even thought, hey, I would like to do that. Now it's time to tell you the truth!
Where's The Milk, and Juice, the F'in Bagles and ...
They fired our purchaser Frankie last month because they thought he was to chummy-chummy with some of our vendors. So they kicked him out. His stupid-ass replacement Wendy, has been a flat-out disaster. (Who the hell hires a chick for the purchasing department anyway?).
Now this new one can't seem to keep the basics in-house like milk, orange juice and paper coffee cups if her life depended on it. And trying to get fresh bagels delivered before 7am in the morning is the latest shit-show.
I'm tired of running around at the last minute stealing milk from the restaurant just so I can setup a few coffee breaks each day. Now I rip Wendy a new one each morning and make her go out to the local Sam's Club to bring in some milk.
Hey, the banquet manager has his own issues to deal with. Let her deal with handing in those petty cash receipts 3 times a week.
Who agrees with me?
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