I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Fun fact.

We are a restaurant with a view.

This translates to:

unless you are the king of England.

A friend of Chef’s.

A friend on mine!

Or.

Done with us weekly I can not and will not hold a window seat for you.

This weeks reviews yell at me about their lack of window seats.

They brought friends from Chicago.

Oh the horror.

Have they never seen water.

A boat.

A sunset.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Today started as every day starts.

I snoozed my alarm one too many time.

Got to work at 12:30.

But I was in a great mood.

It’s my Friday after all.

Afternoon is uneventful.

Then a server calls out.

It’s not COVID but she feels like shit.

I text to see if anyone can work.

Then chef calls and says there was a problem last night.

I have to make a tough decision.

It’s now 4:00.

We have two bartenders for the first time in weeks.

And.

Two servers.

First turn is east.

Second turn will be busy but not crazy.

I got TLF and execute my decision.

I go back to UM and the shift starts.

All is well until 7:15.

A food runner alerts me that something is up with a server.

I ask him if he’s okay.

He tells me he doesn’t know.

We start seating the 7:30.

This will be the busiest part of the night.

We get a couple of tables sat.

We double seat said server.

He is struggling.

We seat a 4 top at table 32.

They want to move to a table facing the water in the same servers section.

I have the host tell them we can move them but they’ll have to wait about ten minutes.

This makes them cranky.

30 seconds later they have sat themselves at the bar.

It’s a 16 seat bar.

14 seats are open.

They are sitting at the only seats that are dirty.

I approach and explain they can’t sit there.

No you can’t get a drink while you wait.

They are really grumpy now. It’s 7:40. They are seated.

The serving is losing it.

I tell him to get his orders in.

He’s struggling even to do that.

He is ill.

I transfer all his checks to the bar.

Have him do his cash out.

He leaves.

I have 1 server left.

A bartender who is training behind the bar.

Another bartender who is waiting tables.

I’ve sat 7 tables. For two people.

And the server had 4 active tables when he left.

I do what I do.

I went in to boss mode.

I started directing traffic.

Except.

The two people I had on the floor were stressing now.

Fun fact.

Don’t stress it makes it worse.

Fun fact: There is a differing train of thought on managers helping.

I’ve worked with managers who are hands on. Bussing tables. Running drinks. Opening wine.

I come from the school of thought that says if you are doing those things you aren’t staffed appropriately and you can’t see the big picture because YOU are focusing on the little stuff.

Why am I bussing a table when a food runner can do it.

Why am I opening wine if a server is standing in the wait station twiddling their thumbs.

So I tend to be an air traffic controller.

I see what needs to happen and direct someone to it.

But.

I have no one tonight.

So I reached way back to basics and waited tables.

I greet table 33.

Complimentary sparkling or flat water?

I’m back in 60 seconds.

I hear manager Jeff saying special while you water.

Tonight’s fish is. Oyster selection room is. We have a shrimp cocktail appetizer for 24 dollars. And for dessert we have a chocolate soufflé tgat takes a few minutes so if you want it let me know early.

What can I get you to drink.

They order. Fuck. A bottle of wine.

I stop at table 32.

Repeat the spiel.

Then I make my rounds.

Check in table 25.

They need drinks. And a cream spinach.

Check on 55.

They are friends celebrating their 58 wedding anniversary.

They are perfect.

Check on table 54.

Their appetizers arrive while I chatting with them.

Check on 42.

They are also good.

At every table I explain the problem.

Server left sick.

I’ll be taking over.

I get to the bar and pick up drinks.

Back in the day my drinks always got made first because I tipped the most.

Turns out when you are the manager the same happens.

I get the wine to table 33.

Thankful it’s a twist off.

But they got proper service.

I tell them I’m waiting tables for for the first time in 15 years.

I say the same about the wine.

They ask what my role is.

I say I was the GM but now I’m a server and that I’m got a pay raise about 30 minutes ago.

I go over the menu.

Finally orders are in.

I realize tables are finishing apps.

I go to the kitchen I direct food runners to clear apps. Wipe tables. Re silver the guests.

About this time the host lets me know that table 43 left.

They were the angry table that were angry and moved to the servers section.

They’d been waited on. But drinks were taking a moment.

Finally.

Orders are in.

Entrees are fired.

I touch every table in the restaurant wanting to make sure tonight was not ordinary.

I get to table 23. Ready to deliver my spiel.

They are having none of it.

They explain that service does not match the price point.

I say your right.

A server called out. Sick. We didn’t want her working I’ll. Another server has left sick.

We are doing the best we can.

They continue.

We were in downstairs last week and it was so much better.

I respond, if you’d come here last week it would have been better.

I don’t apologize.

But I try to explain.

They are interested.

I find out later they were kissed because we don’t do bread service.

Tables are getting entrees.

I’m checking in.

I need ice for a table.

Lemon for another.

A man doesn’t like his paella.

I comp a soufflés for a table that waited a bit for drinks.

I check in with most everyone again.

Most tables are teasing me.

I’m asked if they have to tip since I’m on salary.

I joke and say only if the service is bad.

All but table 23 and 43 leave happy.

It’s 9:00.

I sit down.

The one thing I didn’t mention was my knee.

It was hurting.

But the adrenaline pushed me through it.

In the 90 minutes since the server left. I’ve been moving.

In and out of the kitchen directing food runners. To the bar. The the tables.

I was moving way faster than my team in the floor who are years younger.

I maintained my tables better.

I maintained their tables better.

Don’t tell Jeff the manager I didn’t use a tray all night.

Finally I sit.

My knee is throbbing.

People begin to leave.

Everyone is so nice.

So complimentary.

I thank them all for their patience.

By 9:30.

Everyone is gone.

We all breathe.

I had so much more fun than the rest of my staff.

They are going to pool tips tonight since everyone was helping.

I made at least 20% on all of my tables.

But I can’t keep tips.

I texted chef and told him about the night.

The chef at the new restaurant was there talking to him and had told him I still had the moves.

Truth be told.

I wasn’t panicked.

I was calm.

It was about 40% as busy when I used to wait tables.

And I had fun.

Does anyone want to hear about the who fish?

It’s Branzino. Head off. Boneless. Butterflied.

When I was asked how much I said, $4752. I’m working for tips tonight. Got to make the money.

But for you.

47 dollars.

They laughed.

They’ll be hack.

PS. Not proofing this.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

My knee is getting worse.

Almost by the hour.

I used to be able to to the end of the night, into my car, before it got.

In May I was told my arthritis was bone on bone.

Three months later I can hear it.

Even worse I can feel the grinding.

Rub your knuckles together. That’s what it sounds and feels like.

Except ass real pain to it.

A month ago I could easily get to 9:00 with no horrible pain.

Now it starts at 6:00 and becomes horrible around 7:30.

There is always pain.

But it starts at a 3 or 4.

I have a high tolerance.

But it’s a solid 8 or 9 some nights.

The worst .75 seconds of my night is when I get home and pull into the drive way and get out of my car.

I sit there.

I grip the steering wheel.

Put my left leg out of the car.

Take a deep breath.

And stand.

The pain is a 12 out of 10 for those brief few moments.

I take two steps and it lightens up.

24 hours till it happens again.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

A bunch of years ago I fired a bartender.

Great bartender.

But he was an asshole.

To everyone.

The guests.

His coworkers.

The managers.

Me.

One day he marched into the office and let me have it.

24 hours later I let him go.

He was shocked. And let me know all the ways I was wrong for doing so.

I’ve seen him a few times over the years.

On Wednesday he was in the new restaurant with clients.

We chatted.

On his way out we were talking.

Just before he left, he shook my hand and said sorry I was such a schmuck back then. I’d have fired me too. I deserved it. And I’m sorry.

We talked a bit more.

I told him there were never any hard feelings.

He was an a jerk and thus got treated like one.

Then I asked him if he wanted a job. Bartending?

He laughed and said.

Fuck no.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I’m a horrible texter.

I fucking hate it.

I get a text.

I read a text.

I forget said text ever existed.

My staff calls me unresponsive.

I literally get distracted then 2 hours, 2 days, 2 weeks pass.

Then I’m called an asshole.

Meanwhile a friend texted about a job.

I took three days to respond.

A regular texted about a reservation. He complained to Chef about my lack of response.

A server texted they were going to be late.

Fuck Chef texted at midnight and I just saw it.

I owe our cleaning lady a text.

Sometimes I don’t even text my boyfriend back.

Emails are easy. You save them as unread. Filter by unread. File them. Delete them.

Ahhhhhhh.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Meanwhile.

I get this text a few minutes after our storm passed.

It’s compliments of our neighbor Liz.

It made my night.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

It’s been a long summer.

The longest perhaps. 

It’s been a successful summer but also one with lots of frustration.

I feel like I’ve gotten beat up a lot.

By guests.

By staff.

By my boss.

Nothing bad.

The reality is, when you are one man band doing Front of House management for three venues, there are going to be a few mistakes.

More than a few.

Nothing major.

But I did forget order espresso. Until we were out.

And I didn’t schedule a lunch server this past Monday.

I’ve missed more than a few things on liquor orders.

Ive submitted the wrong tip sheet to payroll.

I’ve sent way too many people to the wrong restaurant for interviews.

I scheduled a server on the day of his mother’s funeral.

Nothing egregious.

But they add up.

And they weigh on me.

And there are days I wonder what the fuck I’m doing.

There are also days where the guests are just angry.

There are too many days to count when it comes to people yelling about the bar seats.

There are too many days to count where someone you’ve offered a job too emails and tells you how wonderful you are but they won’t be working for you.

Too many people as well who train. And then never come back.

Too many interviews schedule where no one shows up.

Too many employees who flame out and tell you what a horrible human you are.

And then sometimes, I’m just tired.

Fucking tired.

The above was my Wednesday and Thursday.

A sous chef on Thursday was chatting with me at the end of the day.

He looked at me and said, “are you okay? You are here, but you are not really here.”

That was the most honest thing anyone has said to me in a while.

Today I slept late.

At noon Adam came in to see if I was going to work.

I got up about 15 minutes later.

I have management coverage on the floor on Fridays and Saturdays.

With the rain and an accident on the turnpike I didn’t get to work until 1:45.

I started the day better than usual.

And it was the best day in a while.

I got more accomplished in 2 hours than I typically get done in 3 days.

Preshift at the old restaurant was fun as I shared my story about the kate guest, who tipped exactly 20%. And Chef shared that the angriest of the angry were in on Thursday.

I get back to my shift at the new restaurant.

It was far from perfect.

But it was smooth.

And the guests were the best.

A woman walks in and says I know you.

I say yea I’m from the other restaurant.

She says no. That’s not it.

Then she screams you used to work at David’s.

I then knew who she was.

She was so excited to see me.

She shared how much they hate the restaurant I. That spot now. She introduced me to her adult soon who was about three feet high when I first met him.

It was a great reunion.

Another man comes in who I did not know who is excited to learn I didn’t leave the company. I’m just at the new spot.

He wants to know why I’m there since the changes I made at the old restaurant were so great.

I explain that I’ve been tasked with replicating the systems from the old restaurant.

He goes on to say, the restaurant is in good hands.

Another family who I adore came in tonight. Their summer as lawyers in NYC has been tough. It’s their first time up in a few weeks.

They are excited to see me and introduce me to their friends.

Then after an amazing thunderstorm there is a rainbow over the water.

Then a couple leaves.

15 minutes later another exclaims oh look they aww getting engaged.

It was the couple who just left.

On the rock at the edge of the pier. With beautiful storm clouds and the appearing sunset silhouetting them.

I went out and congratulated them.

Her ring was bigger than my head.

The at the end of the night a man approaches me at the bar.

I can tell it’s not going to go well.

But then he goes on to say that tonight was their last night in Maine. He’s probably didn’t $5,000 dining out this week with his family. And hands down this was the best meal of their trip.

Then I get home an am oooming at the Facebook page of the restaurant and someone is going on and on about the restaurant and finishes by saying it was great to see me.

I didn’t recognize her name.

It was a great end to the day.

And I realized I am making progress.

And I’m doing what I was tasked to do.

And there are victories even when it doesn’t seem like it.

And tonight someone yelled about not be permitted to sit at the bar on their way out.

3 minutes later a different person pops in to say I just told those assholes they weren’t welcome back.

You all work too hard and are too good ti deal with jerks like that.

See you next week.

And out he went again.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Yesterday someone texted asking if they could get an 8:30 reservation for tonight.

I didn’t see the text until I got home so planned to deal with it when I got to work today.

By the time I arrived they’d texted back saying they’d booked it online.

Fun fact.

Per the way reservations work I was not surprised when they texted they’d be late.

End of night reservations are always late.

Fun fact. The last reservation before theirs was at 7:30.

No big deal.

But at 8:45 they still weren’t there.

At 8:50 I texted to see if they were coming.

They arrived at 8:55.

At this point the kitchen had been finished since a bit after 8:00.

They ordered 4 courses.

Including the 20 minute dessert at the end of the meal.

I didn’t care that we had an 8:30 reservation. It’s the reality of the business.

But to show up 30 minutes late.

And keep 15 people at work.

And then take two full hours.

And.

You worked in the business.

I’d have turned my car around and ordered Burger King before I’d show up 30 minutes late for a reservation at the end of the night.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

The knee pain continues.

I’ve known for a long time that I’d have to wait three months after my last cortisone shot to get surgery.

I never knew it wasn’t the cortisone.

It’s the needle.

I called today to try and schedule an appointment to have the fluid removed.

I was told no.

And fun fact.

My knee pain began almost 15 years ago when I first started sleeping at Adam’s house.

So in truth I’ve had a good run.

I mostly hate looking like an old man.

I limp around like a 90 year old. It feels conspicuous. And uncomfortable.

My surgery is 9 wwwks from Wednesday.

Keep your fingers crossed that my knee holds up.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

My knee is getting worse.

I’ve noticed for a couple of weeks.

But at the new restaurant no one has reference.

Last night as I was waiting for people to finish up there was a new pain.

Shooting down my leg.

It was worse when I stopped for a burrito at Taco Escobar.

Sidebar:

When I got there at midnight on a Saturday night it was packed.

There was no room to sit.

The host approached my.

Just as I finished my takeout order a bar seat open up.

I get seated and order.

30 minutes later.

My order arrives.

Twice.

The host and the bartender has both put the order in.

The bartender who I’ve met a couple of times tells me not to worry about it. Tells me to keep both orders.

I pay the check. Double the check for the tip. And leave.

Halfway up Congress street there is a homeless man. I stop in the middle of the street. Ask if he wants dinner. And gives him one of my bags.

Meanwhile my knee is throbbing.

I get to bed an hour or so later.

Fall fast asleep and around 4:30 I wake myself up moaning.

The pain is intense.

I even took a pain pill.

I’ll keep you posted about tonight.