As some of you might’ve already guessed, I quit my restaurant job. To protect my anonymity I’ll just say I quit before Mother’s Day. To reveal any other time details might risk exposing me and the restaurant I was working for. And to answer the question before it’s asked, no, I didn’t murder Javier.
The end came when I was working a Saturday double. After an agonizingly slow lunch shift the head waiter stuck me in a paltry three table section for dinner. When I protested my exile into the Special Ed section, the head waiter countered by saying I was “too slow” to work a full section on a busy night. When I reminded her I worked a regular section when a server called out sick just that previous Saturday, the head waiter threw me a “who gives a shit?” look and walked away. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Realizing that I wouldn’t clear $100 working a 16 hour day, I threw down my apron and walked out. Despite my earlier prophesying, I did not scream “fuck this place” at the top of my lungs. I have more class than that.
What am I doing now? Since the due date for my book manuscript is fast approaching, I’ll be giving that project my undivided attention for the next few months. At some point I’ll get another job somewhere, but right now I’m chained to my laptop. I’ll post news about my book’s march toward publication as events warrant. Wish me luck.
Waiter Rant is where everything began and I’m not about to abandon it. In order to shake things up a bit I’m thinking about letting other writers occasionally “guest blogger” and post their restaurant stories on my site. I’m also toying with the idea of starting a “Dear Waiter” column where I’ll answer restaurant questions (in my own unique way) submitted via email from the dining public. Don’t worry. I’m not going “Hollywood.” I’ll keep posting my own stories as long as you guys keep reading them!
That’s the update everybody. Thanks again for all the encouragement, constructive criticism and support over the past three years. I have some of the best readers in the blogsphere! I’ll post a story in the next few days. Until then, remember to tip your server!
PS. Kelly! I want my T-shirts!
Fuck them.. that juvier? guy.. and that guillermo? Guy… I hate them so much I’d stab them in the face myself.
i have seriously been in that same exact place! only it was because we have a new manager that hates me. ridiculous!
Well, I’ve taken my day off and started reading this weblog. I worked as a waitress for six months before I was hospitalized for a week with a nervous breakdown.
You’ve truly captured what EVERY server has EVER felt in a shift. I have to say thank you for letting me know it’s not just me that felt that way!
And, the earlier list of How to tell the restaurant is a bad place to work…I answered all but 3 yes!