It's Saturday night and all my staff come in on time. Everyone looks sharp...all uniforms are clean, shirts pressed. All the guys are cleanly shaven and the ladies especially look good. Their hair is all fluffed-out (I guess a lot of conditioner was used today), and their makeup was done. Wow, looks like we're ready for a good night.Well it's Saturday and tonight is one of our last weddings for the year. A VIP event, even with the damm bridezilla we have tonight.
The party ends at midnight and we're outta here around 12:45am, pretty quick. Whenever we have a wedding breakfast the following morning it's amazing how fast the staff can clean a room.
We all punch out and are screeching out of the parking lot to go home. All except me of course. I need to do my final walk-thru to make sure all rooms are locked-up. Make sure all refrigerator doors are shut, the liquor room is sealed tight and all heat/ac is off. It's around 1:30am before I head to my car.
Now it's Sunday and I'm back at work after around 3 hours sleep and waiting for my staff to show for the 7am call-time. Surprisingly everyone shows up on time (I break their ass enough about being late so I don't have a problem anymore with that).
But just as I start to take attendance I look around and what do I see? The scariest looking bunch of waiters I've seen in a long time.
Maria's eyes are all bloodshot. Suzy's hair looks like a hornet's nest and is all squished into a large clip. Frank has bed-head and didn't shave and worst of all, Barbara's eyes are all puffy as if she has an allergic reaction to some fish shit.
"What the hell is up with you all?", I ask them. "Hey Banquet Manager, we didn't get any sleep you know", came back from one brave soul. "I don't wanna hear that BS, I got even less sleep than all of you and I got my ass out of bed, shaved, took a shower, put on my suit and was the first one in this morning". "And I'm twice your ages, what's your excuse?", I yelled.
"Shower, who's got time for a shower?" "I just took my uniform that I had draped over the edge of the bed last night and put it back on before I came in". "I don't got time for a shower", she said.
I wanted to fire them all. Now I must go into this breakfast with a bunch of stinky-ass, bee-hive head, puffy, red-eyed monsters that will be dragging butt all morning.
I need a REAL job!
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2 comments:
That is too true!
Kids these days...no matter how much you pay them, break their asses or compliment them, they'll turn 'round and snap back at you!
I into my forties and I still end up at work on time and without a sick leave while these kids turn up for work either late or never at all..yeah they call you up, 5 mins before work starts and tell you they're too sick to work...when you know they were up all night partying with the local bitches..
Oh yeah, these kids are not waiters but IT engineers...shit yeah!
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