It seems that I am not the only grown woman that refuses to be spoken to rudely by unkempt incompetent. Big Cheese worked his magic and chased my replacement out of the building on Saturday night, mid hit. Now he will have some one other than himself to blame for whatever calamities happened there after.
DB Jr also came home way too early (8 pm), puking her way through the dining room, crying, babbling, we didn't understand any of what she said. Later, after tons of mouthwash and a shower, DB Jr explained that she was ill while at work, asked the GM to be excused from her shift, as she was leaving/puking in the parking lot, Mr Cheese was screaming at her, who knows what he said, she didn't hear him over her retching. Now my car smells of vomit, should I send him the cleaning bill?
I lost the cleaning gig at the hotel (big surprise there eh?). No worries, I still have The Frat House to take its place. Besides, Blue Bell is nice ride, and the perks far outweigh what the hotel offered.
I hope Mrs H calls me, I miss her and her Witty ways. I also hope that Mrs H didn't get slammed overly hard due to my kids illness, and if she did, I'm sorry, and so is DB Jr.
I really hope that the new GM of the hotel gets on track, if only the stupid bastard would stop screwing everything up for her. Some people should have mute switches, him most of all.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sacrilege
I had the most excellent post 3/4 finished on Saturday night, when Himself (husband) walked in and tripped over my power cord, snapping it in half with his unknown super powers. ARGGGGHHHHHHHH!
You may ask what is it that was so damn important that I was blogging on a SATURDAY night? I quit my job.Of course, I may not have gone in a blaze of glory, but at least a puff of smoke. I have no other explanation other than I had simply just had enough of the neanderthal lurking in the kitchen, waiting to humiliate anyone his laser beam eyes land on. Apparently, in addition to all my other new titles, I unknowingly became a carpenter and an electrician somewhere down the line. Mr Cheese vehemently proclaimed that I was not doing my job, because there were two broken chairs (wooden cafe chairs, so not durable) by the far side wall in the main dining room. Also, the one man band left a 6 ft extension cord plugged (the horrors!) in, from the previous night. Being extremely observant, Mr Cheese proceeded to badger me on why there were TWO high chairs in the main dining when there was supposed to be one in each station. I news flashed him on the fact that there are FOUR high chairs, he told me to (and I quote) "SHUT UP!".
oh. my. god.
I had to stop myself. You see, I have a temper. It takes years to wane away the tolerance, but when it does, LOOK OUT. DUCK. HIDE. This man had pushed the invisible button that kick starts my temper. He finally walked away from me, while telling me that the plants that had just been hung on Thursday needed watering. On a Saturday night. makes sense, right? ha.
Typical of most Saturday nights, we had a full book, with little to no in between gaps. I was running,Mrs h was running, bus kids scrambling, waitress' w/ laden trays fleeing the kitchen before the sear plates cool to an inaudible hiss...
6:55 pm, getting ready for the 40 7 pm reservations we have due to be seated, with an already packed house. I take in an armload of plates in 4 the dishwasher, who is lagging behind as usual. As I walk in and start to clean plates, Mr Cheese screams across the kitchen that i had, single handedly, fucked the entire wait staff AND the kitchen, the whole line. all by myself. hmmmm.... I turned looked him strait in his beady eyes, smirked, set down the plates and walked through the door. I proceeded to unhitch the pager, telephone, pens and clip board from my person, set them on the service bar, carefully. I grabbed my purse and coat and asked my kid for the car keys. Chins everywhere on the floor. As I sailed out the front door I calmly told my kid to tell Mr Big Fucking Cheese to water his own friggin plants. I went home.
Home safe home.
Himself was crashed out in his Man Chair, and was startled when I came in during daylight hours. This is unheard of when one goes to work at 4 pm. He was so surprised by my having just walked out of my job he ALMOST got out of his man chair. He knew it was a matter of time before I took my annual hiatus from the hotel. Its been my running joke with most the regulars for the last two years, this here and gone and back again hostess deal. I used to say I only worked during allergy season, but this year screwed that one up :)
I have no idea if I will be cleaning the Hotel or not. Kid seems to think that I will be back at the podium next Friday, I think she is wrong. It's sacrilege to walk out in the middle of a hit like I did, Even if I was right. Honestly, I think I need some time away from the freak show called The Hotel.
On a high note, My cousin Kevin rocks, he came and gave the ranch a make over, for FREE! Who can argue with free landscaping? Its so Feng Shui, think I'll go sit and read a book on this fine sunny morning.....
You may ask what is it that was so damn important that I was blogging on a SATURDAY night? I quit my job.Of course, I may not have gone in a blaze of glory, but at least a puff of smoke. I have no other explanation other than I had simply just had enough of the neanderthal lurking in the kitchen, waiting to humiliate anyone his laser beam eyes land on. Apparently, in addition to all my other new titles, I unknowingly became a carpenter and an electrician somewhere down the line. Mr Cheese vehemently proclaimed that I was not doing my job, because there were two broken chairs (wooden cafe chairs, so not durable) by the far side wall in the main dining room. Also, the one man band left a 6 ft extension cord plugged (the horrors!) in, from the previous night. Being extremely observant, Mr Cheese proceeded to badger me on why there were TWO high chairs in the main dining when there was supposed to be one in each station. I news flashed him on the fact that there are FOUR high chairs, he told me to (and I quote) "SHUT UP!".
oh. my. god.
I had to stop myself. You see, I have a temper. It takes years to wane away the tolerance, but when it does, LOOK OUT. DUCK. HIDE. This man had pushed the invisible button that kick starts my temper. He finally walked away from me, while telling me that the plants that had just been hung on Thursday needed watering. On a Saturday night. makes sense, right? ha.
Typical of most Saturday nights, we had a full book, with little to no in between gaps. I was running,Mrs h was running, bus kids scrambling, waitress' w/ laden trays fleeing the kitchen before the sear plates cool to an inaudible hiss...
6:55 pm, getting ready for the 40 7 pm reservations we have due to be seated, with an already packed house. I take in an armload of plates in 4 the dishwasher, who is lagging behind as usual. As I walk in and start to clean plates, Mr Cheese screams across the kitchen that i had, single handedly, fucked the entire wait staff AND the kitchen, the whole line. all by myself. hmmmm.... I turned looked him strait in his beady eyes, smirked, set down the plates and walked through the door. I proceeded to unhitch the pager, telephone, pens and clip board from my person, set them on the service bar, carefully. I grabbed my purse and coat and asked my kid for the car keys. Chins everywhere on the floor. As I sailed out the front door I calmly told my kid to tell Mr Big Fucking Cheese to water his own friggin plants. I went home.
Home safe home.
Himself was crashed out in his Man Chair, and was startled when I came in during daylight hours. This is unheard of when one goes to work at 4 pm. He was so surprised by my having just walked out of my job he ALMOST got out of his man chair. He knew it was a matter of time before I took my annual hiatus from the hotel. Its been my running joke with most the regulars for the last two years, this here and gone and back again hostess deal. I used to say I only worked during allergy season, but this year screwed that one up :)
I have no idea if I will be cleaning the Hotel or not. Kid seems to think that I will be back at the podium next Friday, I think she is wrong. It's sacrilege to walk out in the middle of a hit like I did, Even if I was right. Honestly, I think I need some time away from the freak show called The Hotel.
On a high note, My cousin Kevin rocks, he came and gave the ranch a make over, for FREE! Who can argue with free landscaping? Its so Feng Shui, think I'll go sit and read a book on this fine sunny morning.....
Monday, March 19, 2007
Flash Backs
So much for the "new and improved" boss man. This weekend he was back to his former self (read: Dick headed). I was shrieked at for not wearing my hostess pager, which rarely if ever buzz's when I do remember to stick it on my person (which isn't easy in wearing a dress with no belt). It did not buzz at all on Friday. I was again verbally accosted for not posting our reserved top #'s on the line, which I had already done at 5 pm, I simply re posted the updated edition when he freaked out. I didn't even bother to show him HIS mistake. I just turned and went back to the front of the house, where even HE must mind his volume. 5:30pm, I was asked "where the fuck is your kid at?" meaning DB Jr, who was not scheduled to come to work until 9 pm for her cocktail shift. Aside from the imperfect grammar, which galls me to no end, is this man not her boss? Does he not know his own restaurants staffing schedules? Can he not look at the one posted on the freaking kitchen door and read for himself before he acts like an asshole? Apparently not.
You ask why I stay? hmmmm.... lemme think. Mrs H? Maybe you can help me here. Why do we stay? I can answer in part, not as clearly as I intend though, I'm sure.
I stay because, first because I like to dress nicely and schmooze.
The second reason is a bit harder to explain. Big Cheese, as I have stated repeatedly, does not particularly like me. I don't know why, he's never said, and I don't ask. What I know is for some reason, I always end up back at the podium, in his establishment. I never ask for the job, and he doesn't go out of his way to have me back. It just sorta happens. He has never made me cry, not for his lack of trying (with ALL employees). He has never made me lose my temper in either part of the house. I do not back down from his tirades, but neither do I give him much audience when he has them (I would say I use Waiter's famous thousand yard stare). I use words that he does not understand, generally two, maybe three syllable words that get him all betwixt. He then does a command performance on the idiot stage and says (every freaking time)" I am a high school drop out, your going to have to use words I understand". heh heh...and I always say " Dude, I ALSO am a high school drop out, BUT, I'm also a college graduate, which proves you only stay ignorant because YOU WANT TO." This wins me no accolades.
The man cannot be stupid with what he's achieved with this restaurant (formerly known as a biker bar and filthy), in this unbelievably small (grudge holding) town. There's just no way. And yes, I do tell him that. While it shuts him up for the time being, it never really solves his issue with me. I make him think, even when he hates me. I will leave there when the man understands that he DOES respect me on some level, or we wouldn't have this respect/hate relationship for going on 4 years now. I know he has the wherewithal to complete his dream, he just needs to find it within himself to become a better person on the whole, not just in the back of the house. This is why I stay. Well, that and its only 1/8 of a mile downhill to get there :)
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somebody left car parts in the snow bank after running the slip-n-slide driveway several times. ooops. maybe I'll shovel it next time it snows. But this girl got it out on the second try, proving that Scarlett Vertebrates in training, such as myself, can get a job done. got-er-done!
You ask why I stay? hmmmm.... lemme think. Mrs H? Maybe you can help me here. Why do we stay? I can answer in part, not as clearly as I intend though, I'm sure.
I stay because, first because I like to dress nicely and schmooze.
The second reason is a bit harder to explain. Big Cheese, as I have stated repeatedly, does not particularly like me. I don't know why, he's never said, and I don't ask. What I know is for some reason, I always end up back at the podium, in his establishment. I never ask for the job, and he doesn't go out of his way to have me back. It just sorta happens. He has never made me cry, not for his lack of trying (with ALL employees). He has never made me lose my temper in either part of the house. I do not back down from his tirades, but neither do I give him much audience when he has them (I would say I use Waiter's famous thousand yard stare). I use words that he does not understand, generally two, maybe three syllable words that get him all betwixt. He then does a command performance on the idiot stage and says (every freaking time)" I am a high school drop out, your going to have to use words I understand". heh heh...and I always say " Dude, I ALSO am a high school drop out, BUT, I'm also a college graduate, which proves you only stay ignorant because YOU WANT TO." This wins me no accolades.
The man cannot be stupid with what he's achieved with this restaurant (formerly known as a biker bar and filthy), in this unbelievably small (grudge holding) town. There's just no way. And yes, I do tell him that. While it shuts him up for the time being, it never really solves his issue with me. I make him think, even when he hates me. I will leave there when the man understands that he DOES respect me on some level, or we wouldn't have this respect/hate relationship for going on 4 years now. I know he has the wherewithal to complete his dream, he just needs to find it within himself to become a better person on the whole, not just in the back of the house. This is why I stay. Well, that and its only 1/8 of a mile downhill to get there :)
*****************************************************************************
somebody left car parts in the snow bank after running the slip-n-slide driveway several times. ooops. maybe I'll shovel it next time it snows. But this girl got it out on the second try, proving that Scarlett Vertebrates in training, such as myself, can get a job done. got-er-done!
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