little princess
Mel walked up to me, raving, “go talk to your table please, before i throttle her.”
“that bad?”
“you think!??! she walked in wanting more and more seats. it’s not like we produce seats by the second. we are a goddamn restaurant.”
“aight aight… shush i will try to settle her down.”
running up the stairs, i looked at the table, wondering who was the offensive person. after all, mel isn’t exactly a patient person, but then again, we do have retards for customers. and there are too many of them.
“hi, my name’s cheryl, and i am your waitress, can i help you with anything?” i asked a likely person, with a girl on his lap, both giggling away on table 72.
“i don’t know, you have to ask her..” and they pointed to a short pudgy girl near the middle of the table. she looked at us without a smile and walked to my side.
“yes i am the birthday girl, what do you want?” she started, trying to look me down her nose. the problem was, i am kind of taller than her. i notice that i am not very tall either, thanks.
“well i believed you mentioned you need an extra seat or so?”
“oh, no need to worry about that. turns out my friend’s away in adelaide, so obviously she couldn’t come.”
“right, so do you need any seats at all?” and i looked suggestively at the guy with his gf on his lap, and on the other end where there were more people standing than there were seats.
“oh no, it’s ok now. my… friend’s…away….” she started to drag her words, in the voice where it highly suggests my language capability was not up to her standards.
“right. you booked for 12 isn’t it?”
“yes, it’s my birthday.”
“ah, i noticed. well, it seems you have 16 people here!”
“why, you’re right! they are having a birthday surprise for me!”
“just to let you know ma’am, on saturday nights we tend to be very fully booked. we would appreciate it if you could give us a more accurate number of guests next time. so that people wouldn’t be uncomfortable like them…” again, i looked at the 2 giggling couples on each end of the tables.
“oh, it’s my birthday and we don’t need to worry about them. just as long as we have enough seats.”
“the point is, we might not have enough seats if suddenly too much more people turns up.”
“well, it’s my birthday so i should have as many chairs as i want as a customer.”
dear lord. if this little miss important talks anymore, i would have told her to gtfo. fuck this job.
through out the night, we had 5 birthdays and 1 hen party. of which, hers was the SECOND lowest income, beaten only by the fact that the other table only had 5 people, yet the spent almost the same amount as her table did.
saturday night, when big tables = more bookings. sure, you might not be able to expect the right amount of people. we can forgive 2 people or thereabouts. but when the difference starts tipping towards 10 people (because she was calling more people to come as the night wore on), it becomes a problem for both the customers and the kitchen. not to mention that, there will not be enough seats in the house.
again, your birthday doesn’t necessarily means you get everything. we LOVE birthdays, we love to enjoy it with you too. but being a total ass and prick about it means you don’t get everything.
the table next to them had 19 people turn up instead of the projected 20, and that’s all right. often, we had people who projected huge amounts, and sometimes their friends fail them, and that’s fine.
trying to stretch our patience and limited resources on a busy night, is not cool.
needless to say, she was an ass to any waitress that night, and while her friends doted on her and adored her, we were the least concerned with her happiness. and when she finally left, we cheered.
bah.
and good lord. in our kitchen, there are little racks to hold up salt, sauces and so on that the owners tapped in. while i was trying to make my chicken thingy, everything fell apart and all my chilli sauces, sushi rice vinegar and another sauce broke. glass aside, the smell is horrible. now i have to clean it up. grrr…..
bad day? nar… just another day in the clumsy life of panda’s
