10. Complaining. This is too expensive. It’s too dark/bright in here. I can get this at “insert other place” cheaper. I was waiting too long for my table (on a Friday night). It’s too loud in here. I’m not going any further than this. Not going to leave off the internal complaining. I don’t make enough money here. (Mind you always had the good fortune of working at good volumed restaurants). This place sux. I hate so and so.
9. People asking me if my name tag was my real name.
Eh, shrug off. The situation, half Asian and half white so the Asian eyes, yeah I get it why the question would come up, but I don’t speak with an accent. Though I have had people ask me that and
Once there was a couple that were regulars of mine bring some friends in from out of town visiting and was asked that question. One of the regulars said that it wasn’t my real name and said that it was “Jane” or something. Whatever name was said was just perfect.
8. The late nights and weekends. Ugh, good riddance to those. I love the “normal hours” now.
The last restaurant/bar that I worked closed every night at 2. So that meant after closing duties were complete and since it was so late we had to wait on everyone to leave at the same time for security reasons, it was on average around 3 am. Even after getting home, it still took time to wind down. Also, if there were people at closing we were the place to push folks out, though there are some that do. So all in all no getting to bed at 4 am and having to work in the morning.
7. No more getting hit on because you work behind the bar. It’s not a prerequisite that you be single to work here. There was a swinger couple that would come in a spot the new hires. Poor kids, they’re are not just being nice. Yes, there are people out there like this!
6. Coworkers that will plead you to take their shift because of something, but when you need them to return the favor never happens.
5. Couples that date at work, make it known and create drama with it. Not saying that all couples do that, but for the most part it is that way. One couple, server & cook, were dating were dating for a couple of months. Cook got caught by server with another server at cook’s apartment, she had key, ended up giving other server black eye. Server with black wasn’t allowed to work because she couldn’t see out of said black eye. Ouch, double wammy.
4. Not enough to pay the bill. It happens to the best of us, the card gets declined and you have just a few short of the bill in cash.
This happened to a new manager that we had. They weren’t just short a few bucks where a drink or two or an employee discount would remedy the situation. This was by a lot. The new manager made one of them stay while the other went to get it “from home”, where they said it was. Come to find out, the manager recognized them from another place they use to work at and wasn’t going to put up with it.
3. Kids with fake ID’s. People can go to jail for serving underage. We’ve have them. But why would anyone use a fake ID in the first place where people know you. That is just beyond me.
2. The game room, but most importantly the claw machine. I have heard of this happening twice before I started working there and only experienced it once when I first started. (The machine was replaced, but needed to be replaced much sooner than it did.) Somehow small kid was get the bright idea to go in there and get the toy that they wanted, whether if it was there own doing or an older sibling, the world would never know. But that’s what happens when you leave your kids in the game room unattended.
And last, but definitely not least.
Drum roll please…..
The number one thing thing that will not be missed…
The “in-the-weeds” nightmare! If you had worked in the hospitality/service industry, you know what I am talking about. The reoccuring nightmare behind the bar, 5 deep, phone keeps ringing for phone orders, tickets keep printing, servers don’t know where the bar food is going, customers and servers yelling for their drinks and the other bartenders aren’t around and there is nothing you can do.
What is with those dreams anyway? When the other half first moved in with moved in, it was the start of the holiday season and had those dreams at least three times a week. Wake up in a jerk covered in my own sweet. Every time it would wake him up and he would ask what was wrong. “Nothing just another nightmare.” Finally he asked if there was something wrong because they kept happening. He didn’t believe me that it was a common thing, until we went to a Christmas party and a group of us were talking about it.