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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Part two: A Bartenders Joke that backfired

I met with the owner and the mod we decide my training was up I aced the menu test and made my money for the week I played the games well purdy much a master at them on the floor skarken tables being a door whore. I know the whole new girl were gonna play you type deal. Well it didn't work for some servers they were angry lol so they got back at me by checking my side work out which makes me laugh because they couldn't find anything to make me redo over lol hilarious you keep looking though tare my section apart be neurotic if that makes you feel better the whole lead server power trip lol you can't leave until you roll silverware Oh no silverware! whatever will I do? lol I can find a dishwasher send it threw twice and roll nice try though so if you can just sign I'll be on my way and you might want to check your HORMONES because you are a very BITTER server! your face shows it. Start taken HORMONE shots instead of smoken weed you'll smell better and no crash. lol


The beloved cooks were a blast to work with alot of smack talking threw the window they had me laughing so hard I barely got my tray over my head lol a few where coming to the new location so that made it nice the abuse threw the window will continue oh yeeeah lol


There was still a small hum threw the Restaurant and what I had said to lover boy bartender everyone was still talking about it still and the regular guests. The other bartenders enjoyed it and could not stop laughing about it he had it coming. I said well I don't know about all that but if you want my attention that is the wrong way to get it and don't ever interfere with my income. You got the wrong girl.

I came into work as usual lover boy was on duty I had two days left in this place. I ordered a pitcher of beer for my guests and he would not get it his response was "I don't have any pitchers there in the dish room you have to go get one". "That is how we do it around here" His bar was dead he had three people. I had the whole patio I was starting to fill up another server game with the hostess slam her and then watch her run around and don't help me. People people people you don't even know me this is when I do my finest work and I'm on the top of my game lol SLAM me all you want and watch me run around hmm yea I would MOVE out of my way if I were you there is no mercy sit back and maybe you might just learn somthing my max level is 14 tables at one time so GO BIG OR GO HOME! As far as lover boys response to me I thought
hmm O rly yea I guess your legs are to tired from carrying around that gigantic fish bowl of a stomach you have and all that sloshing around would make you tired and walking to the dishroom to get a pitcher is to muilt tasked for you. One would have to ask yourself a question can you see your shoes?

I looked at him and grinned like the Grinch who stold Christmas or a Cheshire cat laughing on the inside ROUND II DING DING people this guy wants more he is begging for it OK IT'S ON! DIS TIME A REAL SPANK LOL
So I go to the dish room get my pitcher walk behind his bar and get my pitcher of beer he comes around the corner and started yelling like a two year old "YOU CAN'T COME BACK HERE" I ignored him laughing trying not to spill my pitchers out to the patio I go.

Every time I had an order I went behind the bar and made my own drinks I was not going to let my guests suffer or my TIPS!!! because he had a bragging problem that backfired he was infuriated he went to the mod. The mod didn't want hear it they have bigger fish to fry in the Restaurant lol so I again made my money had a blast and at the end of my shift I dropped a bomb I refused to tip him out and I had a lot of alcohol people I know how to up sell I've been in the business a long time. He was so mad it was funny to watch lol I checked out with the power trip bitter lead server and over tipped my busser and left lol

Last day of lover boys games same thing a repeat I up sell and made my own drinks all night I was out early because now the server and hostess games had changed now they want to cut me off the floor first which is not surprising. I am making too much money and having way to much fun. A week had passed and I had call party's already it is so funny to watch grown people behave I am a light hearted person in this business you gotta go with the flow and relax or you can blow a tip.

I was outside talken away with my guests and finishing my side work and standing at one of my tables and I feel a cold evil sinister breeze behind me and I look in my pr ifs and its lover boy so now I make him stand there THAT'S RIGHT FOOL time for you to stand at attention. He was invisible to me I kept talking away and he was sweating knowing he can't leave his bar and he was outside on the patio where he should not be he did this like three times. I came in from the patio and he try ed to be sticky sweet and mention I forgot to tip out yesterday and followed me all around the Restaurant trying to discipline me lol hmmm I said no I didn't forget you sir YOU refused to make my drinks yesterday starting with go FETCH A PITCHER! hmm that is your job to keep your bar stocked! I don't play FETCH!
SO NO TIPS FOR JWHO! lol he said you can't do that and kept going and going I turned around OMG! are you still talking? what a whiner I want my money lol yeah and I want my money too! but YOU refusing to make my drinks ANIT going to stop me from making MY MONEY! I will be my own bartender and I am better lol

He went to the mod and complained the mod comes up to me what's going on ? I said no where in your rules does it say I have to tip out the bartender, his conduct is out of line with me and has been sense day one and I refuse to tip him out end of I HAVE TO TIP HIM OUT CONVERSATION! BUH BYE! He said ok sorry Lover boy you should have shown her some respect and made some type of effort to make her drinks you screwed yourself because she up sells. Ok people kiss and make up everyone play nice I got a Restaurant to run.



The moral he lost forty dollars from me oh poor baby. No one controls my income not even you lover boy Lmao


yours truly

Waitstress

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