I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I’ve hired lots, and lots, and lots of people over the last 10 years.

But.

Seriously, this restaurant is the WORST for people showing up for the first day, and even worse for them coming back to actually work a second, third or 25^th day.

On Saturday, a new host started.  He was professional, great attitude, and picked up the nuances of the position right away.

He came back on Sunday and did even better.  

Today, I emailed his schedule for next week.  

Three minutes later he wrote back saying and I quote:

Hello Jeff, I won’t be returning to work at the restaurant.

No explanation.  No excuse.  No signature at the end.

One sentence.

Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.

I am back to square one.

I did email him and ask why.  Adam actually suggested I do this to make sure no one had been inappropriate with him, etc.  

He basically said that the drive was too far and that he’d been offered a job closer to his home.

Ugh.

Couldn’t he have figured this out before I interviewed him, trained him, spent money on him

Damn.  

Damn.

Damn.  

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

As all of you know, we went to DC two weeks ago as well.

Adam and I splurged on the trip and stayed at a nice hotel. We usually stay in less expensive hotels because we only use them for sleep. We were celebrating our anniversary and Valentine’s Day and said what the heck.  

I told them we were celebrating out anniversary when I booked it. They gave us a bottle of bubbles and chocolate upon our arrival.  

When we were there, the doormen were terrific. We got amazing service.  

The room was spectacular, with the largest hotel bathroom I’d ever seen. Two sinks. A separate shower area, big enough for a marching band.  

It was not super expensive, but it was very nice.  

So, when we discovered we were going back, we booked at the same hotel.

When we arrived this time, there was nodoorman.

We were checked in and went to our room.

There was a huge column in the middle of the room. Right in front of the table and chairs. You could not see the TV from the chairs.  

The room was a million times smaller.

And.

The best part, the bathroom was the smallest of any hotel/motel/inn/campground bathroom I’d ever seen.

To get to the shower, you had to squeeze between the toilet and the wall (I’m seriously not exaggerating) and then while standing there you had to close the door in order to get in. The shower was big enough for half of me.  

If this had been the situation on the first trip, we’d have stayed at the Holiday Inn Express five blocks down the street on the 2nd trip.

It was disappointing to say the least.  

Luckily, we only used it for sleep, so it was okay in the end. 

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

One of Adam’s favorite places in the world is an airport.  

When we fly, we always leave a little extra early, so that we can eat and drink before the flight.

Well, he eats.  

I drink.

This is a holdover from when I used to be nervous to fly. Many years later I don’t think about it much. Mostly because a friend once said, that if the plane crashes it will be the most exhilarating 90 seconds of your life. And she’s not wrong.

On Monday, we got to the airport early enough to have breakfast.  

We order.

We get our food.  

Three things happened at the same time.

Chef and his brother approached as they were on the same flight as us.

Adam asked me a question.

The server, who was female, asked if I wanted more coffee.

And I replied, trying to answer Adam, but answering the server instead, “That would be great, babe.”

She walked away, and I said, did I just call her BABE?

I was so embarrassed.  

When she returned, I apologized profusely.

She found the whole thing funny.

Luckily, it was time for our flight and we paid the check and left.