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!

porn?

I often forget that I am also The Cleaning Lady while posting on here, not just The Hostess & Interiorscape designer. I haven't had alot of drama in the cleaning arena in quite some time. What I have had is a breif encounter with mild porn. Now, I gotta tell you, I never buy porn mags, or videos. I don't watch it on skinamax (cinamax) after 11 pm, either. Last week I asked several girls at work about porn, I learned that I'm the odd broad out. I asked because I came across a mag while cleaning Dream House. I looked, of course. so would you.

What I saw was prepubescent girls. ok, so most of them were at least 18, and who really wants to look at old boobs anyway, right? I felt like a perv. So, as a joke, I left the owner of said magazine a note, requesting older women and more life like poses :). He left me two old playboy mags on the table. Thanks Teddy, Red and I giggled and chortled as we paged through them yesterday.

It's Friday, I'm sure there will be drama ensuing this evening, tomorow at the latest.

is it wrong to......

Is it wrong to inadvertently tell your boss to go fuck himself?

setting: Hostess scrubbing glassware behind the bar, owner/boss sitting directly in front of hostess' task. Boss says "hey! here's a bottle with a message in it!" (empty bud bottle with label inside). Hostess looks up and asks "does it say "go fuck yourself"?....

Hostess wasn't thinking before she spoke, was she? not. at. all. Hostess was thinking she'd like to take that message and send it to a few unreserved diners in the hotel, who deem themselves above a reservation. This was not how boss took it. oops. Good thing the New & Improved Boss is soooo much more easy going than old boss. He shrugged it off.

Line backer says to hostess at 3 pm Saturday "You better take it easy on me today." Bear in mind that we are mid funeral (12-5pm) gathering, and she has just taken two more large reservations without phone numbers that I simply cannot seat at the times requested, which LB KNEW... Hostess, having had two bloody Mary's in lieu of pay for her efforts during the funeral gathering, looks directly at the Line Backer and says " I am going to hand you your ass, just like everyone else in this place, after the book you left for me tonight." LB had no further comment. And she definitely had her supple ass handed to her, in spades, just like everyone else. We are an equal opportunity employer :)