I’ve got about 1.5 months (and counting) til I get back on active duty and am happy again. In the meantime, I need cash. My brother runs an Outback, so he suggested a new OSI concept for me to work at. They were just opening and needed waitors. I’m really not waitor material, but my outgoing personality and ability to talk and socialize with absolute strangers in any environment seems to help me out a lot.
I didn’t want to wait tables. Mainly because I don’t like to take shit from people, and all attempts at waiting tables back in college ended with me yelling at customers or cussing out managers or going nuts on coworkers…
But I really need some decent cash, and there’s really nothing else I could get into for such a short time. Besides, I think I can handle any bullshit that can be dished out in 2 months. That shouldn’t be too hard.
So far, none of my customers have been a pain. Though I did vent a little the other day. I was at a table and looked the fucker right in the eye and said, “Ok sir, I’ll be right back with your drink and some of that Chili Paste”
“Oh, and some of that hot sauce”
“Right… I’ll be right back with your drink and some Chili Paste”
So then I go in the back to pour some stupid hot sauce in a stupid little bowl and make it all pretty with a napkin and tiny ass spoon… Then a coworker comes up.
“Oh, is that for Table 26”
“Yup”
“Ok”
“Wait… did they just ask you to get them some? Holy Crap!! I just walked away from the table two freaking seconds ago. Just because another waitor brings out an appetizer or something, doesn’t mean the first waitor who LOOKED YOU RIGHT IN THE EYES and said he’d get you something, is going to forget about what he was bringing”
… See I’m not waitor material at all. These things really shouldn’t bother me. But in my real line of work, when someone says they’re going to do something, that person does it. And that person is TRUSTED to do it. I can’t stand when I tell someone I will be right back with something, only to see them asking someone else who walks by. Or being “Reminded” about something they asked for. If I said I will bring it, I will BRING IT. Just because I didn’t come back with it right away doesnt mean I forgot. It means the bar is making it, or the kitchen has to pour it or throw it in a bowl for me. And I’m making effecient use of my time by bringing you these things first, while waiting for those other things. So dont freaking remind me!! If I forget, then just dont tip me or something…
Don’t get me wrong, my tables LOVE me. Several people have come back in and requested me, or when there was too long a wait they would take the first available table, but then they ask their server to send me over so they can say hi.
This has happened a couple times already and we’ve been open only three weeks…
Holy Crap. . .None of this has anything to do with the story I actually intended to share.
Ok, So here’s the story about what a whore I am:
I want to add what a mixed blessing it is to work around females. I haven’t worked with a female in YEARS. Since the last time I waited tables actually. It’s pretty nice. The comradery is a little different, and all the gratuitous flirting gets on my nerves a little. But there’s girls at work! So it’s nice!!
The gossiping and cattyness is something I haven’t seen since high school though. People talk behind each others’ backs and spread rumors, and secretly hate each other and stuff like that.
Also, someone should have informed me about the “no sex with coworkers” rule. Is that really a rule? The other rule I learned was “If you do have sex with a coworker, you can only have sex with THAT coworker and no other coworkers”. Crap, I always find out the rules after I’ve broken them…
Wait… this isn’t the story I wanted to share EITHER! Though the above does kind of go along with the thread title, it’s not what I intended to share. Had I wanted to share stories of my romping with hott waitresses, I would have titled the thread, “I’m such a Slut”.
But I’m more than a slut. I’m a whore. Because whores are in it for the money.
Now… Finally. Here is the story I actually wanted to share.* It’s short, and will be anticlimactic. All I wanted to do was come in here and share this little story about what a whore I am and that was going to be it. But then I got all verbose, and talkative and am telling you guys all kinds of shit about work.*
Damn… speaking of work. I have to start getting ready.
I’M SUCH A WHORE:
Last night I was a closer, so that means I get the last tables while others are cleaning up and stuff. In walks a group of about 6 - totally trashed. They sit down at my table, but not before bumping into all kinds of shit and knocking things over. Oh well, I don’t sweep the floors.
So I go up to greet them and, wow, were they trashed. So of course I recommend just water for everyone. But I did agree to get a Sapporo for the least drunk one. He wasn’t really that bad. Not like the others.
In the middle of this big round table is a Lazy Susan. The women childishly started spinning it and spinning it. The soy sauces and bev naps and silverware went flying everywhere. Oh well… I thought it was kind of funny.
So I go grab some waters and I’m joking around with them while taking their orders and stuff.
The next thing I feel is a hand on the back of my leg. It started on my thigh and worked its way to just under my ass. :eek:
So there I am taking orders and talking, with this guys hand practically on my ass. Did I move? Did I say something? Did I remove his hand with extreme prejudice?
Hell NO! I put my hand on his shoulder! I’m working for tips here people!! I walked around the table a little, getting orders from everyone. One guy kept taking pictures of me. And like most drunken people, they were very touchy-feely. Did I stand back from the table? Did I try to get out of there as fast as possible? Nope. I squatted down where I could be closer, and friendly patted their legs as we discussed the menu. Man… I’m such a whore.
They ended up needing to leave right away. One couples’ daughter was waiting at home or something. So I boxed up all their food before it even reached the table, printed their check and sent them on their way. What an easy-ass 20 bucks!!
