Sometimes, when things get really crappy at work.

Like none of the other servers show up, so it is the Child Bride One Woman Show all night.

Or the kitchen screws up all my orders.

Or the owner decides she doesn't want to spend money on hiring enough kitchen staff/servers/ and I get yelled at by customers because the service here is so bad**

Sometimes, when these things happen, I lock myself in the walk-in pastry fridge, and I eat brownies.

And I don't put them on my time card.

The end.

** Seriously, someone came up to me at the frickin' gym to tell me our service was terrible. Since I was plugging away on the elliptical machine, I just breathlessly nodded and listened. But seriously? How is that my problem?

Now it is the end.


James McOmber said...

That kind of a post takes, as has been said, ovaries. Hope you don't get Dooced. haha.

AzĂșcar said...

I always try to remember my days as a server when I go out to eat.

Were they tripe sat?
Does the cook hate them?
Is the boss yelling at them to get their sidework done before they bring you your salad?

I try to pay attention if the service is a little lacking, because it's not always their fault.

Mmmmm Normandie.

Stephanie said...

getting dooced at this point would actually be awesome.

i mean, come on, the job isn't going on my resume, i don't need their reference....

now that you mention it, i wonder what it would take to actually get fired....

The Boob Nazi said...

Are you working today? I TOTALLY want to come stalk you. (But not in a creepy way, I swear. I'm normal.)

The Boob Nazi said...

Ummm can I tell you something without being creepy? I totally went there yesterday. I saw no MCB.... But the crepes were delicious!

Brandon said...

So...I finally checked out the "New and Improved" Normandie on Sunday and although I thought the building, seating, and decor were much better than the days of old, I have to say that the service was horrible!!! Are you shocked? With that said, we were still very nice and understanding to our waitress because we could tell she was frazzled; at one point she even apologized for it being so hot outside (as if she could do anything about it). Now, thanks to your blog, I understand what the deal is and I think it sounds like a ridiculous place to work. I kept thinking, "if only I had a box of Ă©clairs to throw at the walls!"

Brandon said...

ALSO...I sat across from a 40-ish yr old woman in a sports bra who ate breakfast with her elderly mother and kept talking loudly about how hard she works out. She had just done a 40 mile bike ride that morning and apparently had to make moaning sounds every time she needed to move one of her overworked legs. I realize this has nothing to do with Normandie, but it helped make the experience of a 2 1/2 hour breakfast much more enjoyable.

James McOmber said...

Normandie has a lot of good memories attached to it - remember how I thought Nune was really hot and was mad she had a boyfriend? Do you ever see her still?

Jen, RN said...

Someone actually complained about your place of business to you at the gym?? That's worth payment in free brownies back in the pastry closet