> Tonight ( In my opinion) was a night laced with red flags. Please
> read the following story and let me know if I'm off base and
> over-reacting.
>
> I started working at this downtown restaurant about two weeks ago.
> Nice place- not four star, but probably three star. So far so
> good-except my gut was going off tonight like crazy.
>
> It all started when we ran out of Jack Daniels. I had a bottle on my
> shelf with about 1 oz left in the container. I poor a Jack and Coke,
> and my waitress needs another. I told her to ask the customer if
> they'd like another brand, because we have NO JACK LEFT.
>
> So then one of the owner's comes out of her office( convieniently
> timed), and starts going on about how it's my job to tell her that we
> have no Jack Daniels left. Um... first of all, I only work two
> shifts during the week for 10 hours total. You're telling me that
> it's my job to come in during your weekend crazy fest, and tell you
> that you have no Jack Daniels left in your bar?!? Sounds like a lazy
> ass to me- that Jack had been bone dry for a long time.
>
> Then she tells me that it's my job to let her know when we're running
> out. WTF?!?!
>
> So far, all of the other waiters and waitresses know to stay the fuck
> out of the bar. Most of them politely ask for what they need, and
> boom I produce it. Mutual respect, and they recognize the borders.
>
>
> But then, I had ONE waitress start acting like a shit head.
>
> First, she gave me a drink order for three mixed drinks and then
> walked away. As I was pouring the order, she came back around and
> said " Ooh.. that's not the order I need, in an innocent floozy
> dumbfuck waitress type of fashion. Thanks you dumb fucking hoe, now
> I have to dump an extra glass of smirnoff and sprite down the fucking
> sink. I had two customers sitting at the bar watching the whole
> thing- and both of them just shook their heads at this chick- they
> witnessed the whole thing.
>
> Then, she comes behind the bar and starts pouring shit like she knows
> what the fuck she's doing. Just from watching her, she is
> semi-clueless. Getting the wrong glass size, etc. When I'm behind
> the bar, I am the bartender. I mix the drinks and you serve them.
> Capice? Her excuse? " I thought you were leaving for the night".
> To which I said " Umm.. I'm still behind the bar, what makes you
> think that?!".
>
> So I decided to get somewhat confrontational with her. I asked " So
> all of these drinks that I mix for you, how are we going to divide up
> the tips?" I mean, after all, I AM THE BARTENDER, I AM MIXING THE
> DRINKS YOU SERVE. AND YOU ARE KEEPING THE TIP MONEY?!?! I AM THE
> ONE BEING PAID TO MIX DRINKS. AND WHEN YOU GET ORDERS WRONG, IT
> MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A JACKASS!
>
> RED FLAG #2: I had to ASK the owner about getting tipped out. She
> mumbled something like " The people who close at the end of the night
> get tipped out". Okay.. so give me my tip money! The point is that I
> had to be pretty damn assertive about getting my measly five dollars(
> I actually got three more lousy bucks, but didn't tell her about
> it).
>
> So my question to all you fellow tenders- Are these early red flags a
> sign of disaster to come? Should I forget this job and move on to a
> joint that KNOWS THEY'RE RUNNING OUT OF LIQUOR, and HIRE WAITRESSES
> that have a clue?
>
> I need some advice. Thanks
>
> Dallas.
Dallas,
Yes! What kind of bar doesn't carry a back-up bottle of Daniels.
Fillup:)
p.s. It is easier to get a job when you have a job.