I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Remember two weeks ago when someone yelled at me over and over and over on their way out of the restaurant that I sucked.

They called to get a reservation for tomorrow night.  

They were very pleasant.  You’d never know anything transpired last time they were in.

The conversation ended with the question:  Are you going to turn up the lights so I can see my menu this time?

I started to say:  I’ll turn up the lights if you don’t tell me I suck.

Instead, I said I’ll try. 

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

A woman called tonight to let me know she would be late for her reservation.  

When I answered she asked if I was Kevin.

I confirmed that yes I was Kevin. 

She’s been coming in the whole time I’ve worked there.  I’ve corrected her a couple of times, but at this point I think it’s too late to worry about.  

She greeted me as Kevin when she came in.  I told her happy anniversary.  We had our pleasantries.  She was seated.   

This led me to sharing with my staff, the story I shared with you last week, about saying my name was Jason, when I didn’t want to speak with someone calling for me on a Saturday night.  

The conversation was funny and one of my servers said I needed to come up with a stage name.  

This led to a conversation for an hour or so of people coming up with their preferred stage names. 

I shared nicknames from my past.  Fight.  Jeff Ann.  Maddog.  

But I couldn’t come up with a suitable stage name.  

So, friends, lend me your ideas.  What should be my stage name at work.  The name I use when I don’t want people to know they are speaking to Jeff the GM.   A name that will always be there so that I don’t stumble when asked.