I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I’ve debated whether to write this story, as I generally don’t write stories about my current job.  

But this one is about me so I think it’s fair.  

On Wednesday, I got home from work early.  

4:00 early.  

I had one thing on my mind. 

A nap.  A two-hour nap.  Before Adam got home to make dinner.  

Seriously, it’s been a while since I’ve napped.  

As I was getting settled on the couch, I get a text from my boss, asking me to take a look and see if I can find an opening for a 7-top on Friday night.  

I open up the Open Table app and I take a look.  We were already busy from the guest count.  Chelsea Handler was going to be in town at our big auditorium, and that always drives business.

I look at all the options.

He reached out to me, because I pride myself on never saying no.  My job is to always get a butt in seat.  

I look, and look to no avail.  

However, as I’m looking at tables I can move, I click on reservations with notes.  

It’s my husband’s birthday can we get a candle.

Quiet table in the back. 

We’d like to be inside if anything opens up.  

Coming from work, might be a few minutes late.

If Jeff Fightmaster is working, please cancel the reservations.  

URRRRRKKKKKK!!!!

What the fucking fuck???? 

I read it again.  Surely, it’s someone I know joking.  

I don’t recognize the name. 

I google them.  Nada.

I look for them on social media.  Nada.

I screen shot the reservation and reach out to Adam to see what he thinks.  

I do the same to my friend Laura.  

Both say to ignore it.    

I delete the comment. 

And decide I’ll ignore them.    

To be honest.  

It’s not the way life works. 

There are lots of people who don’t like me in the world.  There are daresay LOTS of people in Maine who don’t like me.  

However, you need to keep that dislike in your lane.  

Not mine.  

If I’ve done something to offend you, confront me.  Or ignore me.  Or just don’t come to where I work. 

But you don’t get to be a mean girl.  

I did not cancel the reservation.

I did not call them.

I ignored them.  

The reservation time came tonight and five minutes after they should have been there, the phone rings.  It’s them.  I don’t answer.  I give the phone to the host.  

She answers and they tell her they need to cancel.  

Good for them.  

She hangs up and says they were nice, but they weren’t coming.  

The night ended without incident.

I will say, that I was anxious all night.  And I hated that I was letting them get to me.  In the nine months I’ve been at my new job, I haven’t had an issue with anyone. 

At my old job, everyone hated me, but they kept coming back.  

I don’t suppose we’ll ever know who this was.  

But I do know it was not COOL.

NOT COOL AT ALL.