Server edition.

My feet are fucking killing me.

Enough said.

Attention please. I am finished with my training.

YIPPEE!

I finished up tonight and got approval from the manager to be able to start picking up shifts. Unfortunately, my lovely friend Samantha forgot to put me on this week’s schedule, so I have to go in everyday and hope that someone wants off and lets me work. It’s a fucked up sort of system, but at this point I need the money too much to wait.

As for the evening.

The spawn of Satan were present for two hours in the restaurant tonight.

I’m not kidding.

The worst behaved children (around 7 – 10 in age) I have ever seen (7 of them in total) along with five grown men were seated in an area of the restaurant adjacent to mine.

It started when the group arrived in the restaurant.

The children were all over the place. They were running, and yelling and doing just about everything they could. At one point the manager found them in a closed off part of the restaurant. In the bar, closed off by ropes. They were putting the cola gun in their mouths and drinking from it.

They were caught twice trying to look up the skirts of women in the restaurant.

At one point they purposefully tried to trip a waiter carrying a tray of drinks.

All of this before they were given a table.

After they got the table it was worse.

At no time were all seven children ever seated. They ran around. They continued to yell. The manager had to escort the kids out of the kitchen.

Finally when she’d had enough, she went to the table and told the men they’d have to control their children, because it was a restaurant not a playground.

An argument ensued. They accused her of trying to embarrass them about their children and told her she had no right to tell them how to discipline the kids. She finally told them that if they got hurt or caused someone to get hurt they would be liable, not the restaurant.

This didn’t do much good, but at least she covered her bases.

The icing on the cake.

When the 150.00 dollar check came at the end of the meal. The men decided they weren’t going to pay for it, since the manager had talked to them about their children.

They were on their way out when another manager, Mike caught them. Another argument ensued. This time with all five men and seven children present. It got louder and louder and eventually most people in the restaurant had stopped eating and were watching the festivities.

Mike finally told them that they could either pay the check or he would call the cops. It was really their choice. They continued to argue with him until he pulled out his phone and began to dial 911. It somehow changed their minds.

They paid the bill and left.

Whew.

Of course it took the bussers almost 20 minutes to clean up after them. The kids had dumped drinks on the floor. Most of their food was on the floor, the tables and the chairs. They had poured water into the sugar caddy as well as the salt and pepper shakers.

When it was all said and done every employee present in that part of the restaurant had to fill out an incident report because the men had declared they were going to call corporate and let them know how they’d been treated.

All this and it’s only day three.

How much more fun can it get?