Often times we find ourselves in positions that induce anger or rage and in a situation like this, we stop and stare at ourselves only to see a bottle filled with hatred within ourselves. Tonight at the restaurant happened to be one of the days that I dread ever since the restaurant had opened for the first time. A chaotic Friday, much more crazy than the past Fridays before, enough to merit a long waiting list and both kitchens getting their ass handed to them by the sheer volume of people ordering. For what it seemed, the restaurant was falling into shambles and it was not due to the servers or the hostesses but rather it was lack of competency from both kitchens, Sushi and the Back kitchen.
Food was taking so long come out and it was so bad that I had a table walk out because their meals we’re taking so long and it took roughly 45 Minutes till their first courses came out and so did they. The manager was doing his best to help and it was much appreciated though everyone knew that he was going to bitch at everyone at the end of the service. Sure enough towards the end of the service he decides to cut the servers and take every table for himself to apparently “teach” everyone a lesson. This made me so mad because it was very unreasonable and in all honesty everyone in the restaurant was doing their best and to be called out on the lack of performance does actually hurt.
I’ve never wanted to quit the restaurant and that thought had never even crossed my mind until today. At the end of the shift we we’re given a little talk, apparently we weren’t up to his standards and we got called out on every single thing we had. I’m frustrated right now, exhausted and actually fairly inebriated so I’ll go ahead and lay down, I’ll probably write the rest of what was on my mind.
Your waiter today.