No one.

I mean no one.

No one is impressed when a server doesn’t write down the order.

There.

I said it.

Tonight I joined four of my all time favorite co-workers to toast one of them who is moving to South Carolina.

These women made my life tolerable during my first bout of New England resort employment.

Rachel and Brenda were my marketing geniuses who kept me in line when it came to all things marketing. I was the best Facebook admin when I worked there. Booking my posts weeks in advance.

Sonja booked and organized all of our 50k buyout weddings and made them a success even when we pushed back.

And when I screwed up the checkbook or used my company credit card to pay for my dry cleaning because my card and the company card were both blue I called Alyssa Swenson.

These fabulous people kept me sane.

And unfortunately, Sonja has decided to take a job in the south.

Tonight I coached her in how to tell someone to fuck off by perfecting her very sweet Bless Your Heart.

Long set up.

So we arrive at the restaurant and are greeted by a very competent, very nice server.

And she takes our drink order.

And doesn’t write it down.

And she brings back everything correctly.

And she takes our food order. And with how confused she seemed we had no idea what we’d get.

But it was all correct.

Then another drink order.

Again correct.

But it caused me sooooo much anxiety because servers aren’t always that good at it.

As a GM I have a steadfast rule that you MUST write down your orders. Or at least pretend to.

When I served I wrote everything. If it wasn’t on my pad you weren’t getting it.

I still function that way.

If you need a day off or a reservation you better make sure it’s written down because I’m not going to remember it.

We all discussed our servers lack of a pen tonight and the stress it caused. We all agreed she was doing great. We didn’t test her though by asking for separate checks.

So remember.

No one is impressed.

Write the order down.

And Sonja we’ll all miss you.