I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I love my job.  

I love my job.

I love my job.

More importantly, I need my job.

I need my job.  

I need my job.

The story I’m about to tell doesn’t happen often, but it happens enough that it is the one things that makes me want a new job. 

I work in a very conservative town. 

VERY.  

Two former Republican presidents, and Florida governor have a home there.

There is a natural assumption from everyone, that everyone things the same as them.  

This is far from true.  I know many liberal folks that live in the town.

What makes me want to have a new job is the conversations that I’m exposed to, that makes me want to put someone in their place.  

A single gentleman came in to the restaurant tonight.  

He is a regular.  Usually, he is with his wife.  

He sat at the bar.  Next to a another single gentleman, who thinks like me, and that I’ve known for 10 years.  

There was another couple on the other side of him, who were very much on the right side of the issues. 

They all drank, and by 8:00 we were well in to political discussions.

This happens more than I’d like, but no big deal.

But as it got later, the voices got louder, and the conversation became horrible.  

Racist.  

Homophobic.  

Offensive.  

The man discussed that his son goes to a liberal, liberal arts private school and they are trying to brainwash his kids and are grooming them.  They’ve hired a diversity and equity leader for the campus.  And that person, is forcing his son to hear that he should be accepting of the people who are shoving their lifestyles down their throats.  What’s going to happen next reparations.  The fact that they got in to the school in the first place should be reparation enough.  And I don’t mind that these foreign people go to school there but I don’t trust them one bit.  They run around, asking to be taught American customs meanwhile China is trying to destroy our country.  

It went on from there, never getting any better.

As a gay man it was very uncomfortable for me.  

And this is not the first time this has happened with guests.

They sit there, and assume that everyone thinks the same as them since we are in the town that we are in. 

Fun fact:

We don’t.  Not at all.  

And if we are lucky.  

That liberal, liberal arts education will have a good effect on his son, teach him to be more accepting, more loving, more caring, and less offensive.   

Meanwhile, I will continue to sit there and repeat:

I need my job.

I need my job.

I need my job.  

PS.  They were there until almost 10:00.  Long after the restaurant closed.  

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

In case I haven’t mentioned it, Chef bought a new property.  2 new restaurants, sharing a kitchen in one building.  

They are due to open within the next few weeks.

Because we are opening a new property, we’ve been bombarded with people who want our business.  

Especially companies we aren’t currently using. 

We’ve taken this time to reexamine costs on everything.  

We’ve looked at everything from meat, dry goods, disposables, linen, wine, beer, liquor, dishes, POS, even reservation systems.   

Everything.  

For the most part, we had the best situation to begin with.

In a couple of areas, we found better pricing, with the promise of better service.  

I headed up the search for the best pricing on linen.  

Anyone in the linen business will tell you it’s sketchy at best. Chef has horror stories about linen services in NYC.    

We ultimately decided to change companies, because the company we had been using couldn’t provide the napkins we wanted for the new restaurant.  

In the middle of March, we signed the new contract.

On March 28^th I reached out to the old company to let them know we’d be terminating our relationship and asked for direction in doing so.  

I heard from no one.  

I called a couple of days later and was told that the person I needed to speak with was at a wedding and would be back at the beginning of the following week.  

I called back in the middle of the next week.  

I was told to speak to a different person, they took a message and told me I’d be called back.

No one reached out.

16 days after I sent the original email, someone locally reached out to try and save the business. 

Too Little.  Too Late.

I explained that I’d been waiting for someone for more than two weeks to reach out and I was still waiting, and could someone please let me know what I needed to do to cancel the agreement.  

A day later, a person reached out to say that they had reached out.  And they were confused.  

I explained that they’d reached out to save the business, not cancel the business.  

At this time, I let them know that 30 days from the first notification would be April 30^th and we would no longer need their services.

I finally got a phone call, telling me to call back, press 2 and leave a message. 

I did that and a woman called me back took my information told me someone would return the call and that was 10 days ago.

Friday morning, I sent another email reminding them that we wanted our services terminated and to please confirm they’d gotten the email.

Silence.

Tonight, I wrote a final email.

A little back story.  

For 2 plus years I had a corporate job in NYC.  I sat at desk in the financial district and I helped the sales/marketing team, find leads on IT leaders in fortune 500 companies, so that we could send them proposals on our new internet billing software.  

I discovered, early on, that if you could get an email for anyone in the company, you now had the formatting for 99% of the employees at said company.  Including executives.  

Hi this is Jeff calling from Alysis Technologies.  May I could I get an email address for someone in the IT department.  

Of course, it’s scott_smith@company.com

Now that I had the formatting, I could email anyone in the company.  

Fun fact:  One time I used this system for my own good.  

I changed cell phone providers to Sprint.  I got a new phone.  And a new plan.  I don’t remember the details but it was supposed to come with a free feature.  Let’s say long distance.  

When I got my first bill, I discovered that I was being charged for the feature.  It was more than 80 dollars extra on my first bill.

I called Sprint, and was told sorry, there was nothing they could do.

I called again.  Same story.

Went to the store.  Same story.

So.

I looked on line for the corporate offices of sprint.  Found several people listed with their emails.  

I searched for CEO of Sprint, used the same formatting and sent him an email.  

I was very nice, explained the situation and ended the email with, “You spend millions of dollars every day trying to capture one customer, and yet you are willing to lose that customer over 89 dollars.”

By lunch time the following day, I had gotten an email from the CEO’s assistant asking me to give her a call.  I did.  The problem was fixed.  And I stayed with them until I moved back from San Diego several years later.  

Back to my original story.

Tonight.

When I sent my last email to the linen company.

I cc’d the entire corporate executive team.  CEO.  CFO.  Director of Marketing.  Human Resources Director.  Executive Director of Operations.  The whole team.  9 people in total.  

I was nice.  But stern and explained that it was troubling that no one would contact me about cancelling our agreement.  

2 emails bounced back.  7 did not, meaning that they went to the people I sent them to. 

I’m not trying to get anyone in trouble.  

We are in a contract with the old company, and have an out, built in, but we have to follow rules to do so.  I have not idea what legally they need from us.  It’s disconcerting that after 30 days of trying, I’m no closer to formally cancelling the account than when I started.  

I’ll keep you updated when I know more.  

A couple of days ago, I hit 999 days without a Diet Coke.

For any of you, who have known me for a while, you know what a feat that is.  

I, to this day, consumed more Diet Coke than any other person I know.  

I had a Double Gulp on the way to work.  

I didn’t get a coffee at work, I got a Diet Coke.  

I was very specific about which gun the Diet Coke came from, as they were not all the same.  

I could always tell the difference.

I trained the staff to bring a Diet Coke to the office, anytime they came to ask a question.  

If someone did something wrong, a bottle of Diet Coke would appear on my desk the next day as an apology.  

Once I came in and there were 6 bottles. I don’t remember why, but I do remember that it made me laugh.

I ALWAYS made sure to leave work on a night that I closed, in time to get to McDonald’s for a Diet Coke for my ride home.  

I’d have 4 or 5 cans before I went to bed at night.  

I had to have a Diet Coke anytime I was in the car, often stopping 4 or 5 times a day, on a day off at McDonald’s because they still have the best fountain soda.  

My friends knew to have Diet Coke if I was going to come for dinner.  

My mother, always had a case or two of cans when I’d go home.

Adam’s parents did the same.  

I’d stop everyone 90 minutes on road trips.

Always at McDonald’s.

I know where every McDonald’s is on the way NYC from Portland.  

Adam and I once got into a huge fight, becauseI insisted we wait in line for 45 minutes for a Diet Coke in Hartford, Connecticut before I drove us home, three hours at 11:30 at night.  

Way, way, way back when I was a lighting designer, lightning struck the theater, that we had just loaded in to, and dumped the memory of the light cues we’d just programmed, frying the disc that was in the computer.  

It was 45 minutes till curtain.  

I recreated the patch. I programmed submitters. (Face book won’t let me type sub master as one word).  

But before any of that, I instructed the couple who ran the theater that I’d need the largest Diet Coke from a fountain that they could find by curtain.

We opened the house very late, we dimmed the house lights, and I was handed a fountain Diet Coke, just as the overture to The Music Man started.  

The show looked great, if I do say so myself.

Fun fact, turns out the that couple who run the theater are friends of Adam’s from Texas.  

I was obsessed with Diet Coke.  

OBSESSED.  

And then in July of 2020 a friend of mine quit smoking and challenged me to give up Diet Coke saying if she could quit smoking I could give up Diet Coke.  

Meanwhile, another friend in Florida was posting about his finally drinking his last Diet Coke.  

I mentioned it to Adam but I think he thought I was full of shit.  

On July 31, 2020 I drank my last Diet Coke.  

For the next couple of weeks, Adam bought me every flavor and every brand of soda water that existed.  

I finally settled on Polar pomegranate. I drink that full stop now.

And it’s plain soda water at work, which I’ve trained the staff to keep full.  

I don’t feel healthier.

I haven’t lost weight. 

It has not affected me at all.

And with that, time to get another can of soda.  

PS. that famous non smoking friend…she’s smoking again.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Ding.  Ding.  

I’m going to assume everyone knows who Pavlov is.  

He is famous for conditioning dogs to react to certain outside stimuli.  

Ding.  Ding.  

Two years ago, I opened a restaurant, 30 miles south of here.  

It was a fun and exciting experiment, and I lasted three months.

I was often on the door during service, to help facilitate seating.  

We came up with the method of ringing the kitchen bell once if food runners were needed.  

Twice if a manager was needed. 

It worked great.

I carried this system along to my current restaurant.  

I can hear the kitchen bell ring twice, most anywhere except the closet I call my office.  

I’m conditioned to move quickly to the kitchen window when I hear the bell.  

Ding.  Ding.  

It’s most often to run an steak that needs a little more time on the grill.    

Of if Chef has a question about a table, an order, or a guest.  

Ding.  Ding.

I run. 

Here in lies the problem. 

A lot of restaurants use bells to summon people.

Adam’s restaurant uses a bell to summon food runners.  

The restaurant we ate at in Boston two weeks ago, used a bell.

It is almost impossible to relax when the bell goes 

Ding.  Ding.  

And fun fact:  Most restaurants ring it twice for food runners. 

Ding.  Ding.   

Meanwhile in my world 

Ding.  Ding.  

Means that I am needed. 

And if I don’t appear, someone comes to fetch me.  

Ding.  Ding.

Even typing this has made me feel like I need to get up and go to the kitchen.  

And what’s really interesting, is that most guests in the restaurant never notice it.  

And I do mean. 

NEVER.

I’ve learned that if I need to excuse myself from a conversation, I just say, did you hear that 

Ding.  Ding.

That means that they need me in the kitchen and I walk to the pass.  

I make my escape, and they never know there was no sound.  

Ding. Ding.  

Next time you are in a restaurant, and hear a bell ring, it’s not because an angel got its wings.

It’s because there is food to run.  

I am needed.  

Ding.  Ding.  

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Hi all.  

This is a public service announcement for all that dine out.  

Would you like to know one of the most annoying things many of you do as a guest at a restaurant?

You go to the restroom one at a time at the end of the meal.

If you are a four top you’ve just added 15 to 20 minutes to turn your table.  

I didn’t even realize this until Adam pointed it out 14.5 years ago.  

You are finished with your meal.

The coffee cups are empty. 

Desserts been cleared.

The check has been subdivided, you’ve presented four credit cards.  

You are done.  

The restroom fits at least two people at a time.  

You are just waiting for everyone to do their business before you head to wherever you are going next. 

Tonight a 5 top that had paid their check took almost 30 minutes to leave, as they one by one got up to pee.  

By the time they left, I was 20 minutes late for seating their replacements.  

So.

My suggestion:

A couple of you go while you are waiting on dessert.  

A couple of you go while you are waiting on the check to be dropped and processed.

And one of you should hold it till you get home, since you live 1.4 miles from the restaurant.  

This has been a public service announcement.

We will now return to regular programming, already in progress.  

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

It’s been a tough two weeks.  

It’s hard to be the only manager in a very busy restaurant. And it’s not for lack of trying. I’ve been advertising the need for an AGM since last October.  

To no avail.  

I just keep putting one foot in front of another and doing the best that I can do.

Which is still pretty good. If I do say so myself.  

This is my way of saying I’ve been taking care of myself and going to bed early. And if not early, at least when Adam goes to bed, because we both sleep better when we turn off our lights at the same time.  

Meanwhile.  

I have four pages of things to write about.  

But one story popped up twice so I decided to post about that.  

We are about to open 2 new concepts housed in one building. The basement will be an elevated bistro, the main floor will be upscale casual. A shared kitchen.  

When I say about, I do mean in the next two to three weeks.  

I’ve begun getting daily phone calls from folks asking about reservations. When I say we aren’t taking them yet, you’d think I’d told them I hated their kids. I’ve been asked how we are supposed to be successful, if we won’t take reservations already.  

Here’s the thing.  

The furniture for the main floor has not arrived yet. We know how we want to arrange it, but until we see if it fits and know for sure, we aren’t going to commit to a floor plan. And until we commit to a floor plan, we are not going to take reservations for tables that might not even be there when all is said and done.

Also, this will be the third and fourth restaurants that I’ve opened.  

Last week an employee asked if we were going to have a grand opening. In truth, we’ll quietly unlock the doors and hope that no one notices. Your first week, you want things to be calm and smooth, while you iron out the kinks. You do not invite 100 people and expect to have a smooth opening.  

Last week, a local (I typed regular, but he isn’t really) was in with his wife.  

His wife and I have history, because when I worked in town ten years ago, she hated me. In many ways I think she still might.  

They call me over, and she asks about a large reservation for the first week of June. For the new restaurant.  

I explain, that we aren’t taking reservations yet. AND we will not be taking any large party reservations until after Labor Day.  

She is aghast. How can this be?

But what about the private dining room.

Yes, we have a private dining room. But no. We will not be using it until the fall.  

What about two tables in the main dining room. 

We will not be pulling tables together so, unfortunately we can’t do that. We will not be doing any tables over 8 to begin with.  

We can accommodate you here, if that will work?

But they are from out of town and want the full Maine experience, with views of the water and lots and lots of seafood.  

I explain that while I appreciate all that, we unfortunately won’t be able to accommodate them.  

She continues to push on. Beginning to get angry.  

But. But. But.

I keep explaining that unfortunately, it won’t be able to happen.  

She continues to push on.  

I remind her that we can do it here, then she wants to know exactly where she’d be sitting and tells me that she doesn’t want to sit there.  

I explain that it’s the only place we can accommodate a party that size, and she continues to push. What about here? What about there?

I finally give up, tell her I have to get back to work and leave.  

I fully expected them to call Chef directly, as Chef does business with the husband.  

I discuss all of this with Chef, he agrees with my decision and tells me to stick to my guns.  

___________________________

Last night, I was at the host stand, and the host answers the phone.  

I hear her side of the conversation, and it’s someone wanting to change their reservation from 6 people to 8 people, but they want to remain at the chef’s table. The host explains, that unfortunately, the table only holds 6 people and if they want to increase they’d have to change tables and we’d have to move the time to 8:00. There is much back and forth and they finally give up.  

Guess who it was? The same couple.  

Ten minutes later, the phone rings again, and I see from caller ID it’s them again.  

I take the call.  

I explain everything that the host has said, except that I say, I am willing to leave them at the chef’s table, but I have to change the time. He is hearing none of that, and says, here speak to my wife. 

And once again, there is no telling her no. I even go so far as to explain, we’ll have to pull two tables together, I need to seat them separately in the first turn, so I have to change the time.  

She asks about seating two of them at the bar, as well as just letting them squish together.  

She refuses to take no for an answer.  

Once again, I tell Chef all of this and he loses it. There is no way he wants 8 people at the Chef’s table. I was right to say no.  

________________________

As I said, Chef does business with this man.  

But.

I had an appointment with his company next Wednesday to start using his services as well.  

I cancelled said appointment today.  

I have no interest in working with someone who can’t respect boundaries, business practices, and just being a good neighbor.  

I want to ask him how he’d respond to someone at work treating his staff like this.  

Thing is, he’s really nice. It’s his wife, who is the problem, thus the reason he lets her do the talking. 

Oh my. Look at that range. That intensity. The drama. Definitely channeling some Stanislavsky.

Mostly, look at the hair.

Seriously.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

So much to write about tonight.

In truth, not much has happened lately. At least nothing that I haven’t written about before. 

And I composed a list of 8 things.  

And then I sat down at the Chef’s Table at the end of the night.

There were three tables in the dining room. And a couple at the bar.  

A server comes up to me and says Is it true that it’s Paul’s last day.

I ask her to clarify.

She said, that he hugged everyone goodbye, said it was great working with them and to be well.

I asked her to clarify again.

She called another server over who confirmed this to me. 

I asked again, if he didn’t just mean for the weekend, as we are off Monday and Tuesday. 

They assure me that he said, it was goodbye.

I ask them to clarify, one more time.

I then called him. He did not answer.

I texted him and he’s not responded. That was 3 hours ago. 

I guess he doesn’t work for me now.  

Of course, two weeks would have been nice. 

Even an, I’m not coming back would have been nice.

I’m not surprised.

I’m not disappointed.

I’m not even bothered by it.  

For a whole host of reasons.  

But I’ve never had anyone quit and not tell me they were quitting.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

It’s 2:00 a.m. again. Where does the night go?

I’m annoyed, as it appears that replying to Happy Birthday posts on Facebook goes against their standards as you are only allowed so many comments at a time. Seriously.  

Fun things that happened at work tonight.

At pre-shift I mentioned that I only knew a couple of tables coming in tonight.

As the night when on, I knew more and more people. I then realize, it was all the husbands who had booked tonight. Without fail. In this case the women always book and I didn’t know the husbands name on the reservation.  

It was seriously 6 or 7 tables.

To quote my friend Mark, I was the govenah tonight. 

I did nothing after 7:00 except chat with people.  

Around 8:00 there were three people checking out the restaurant. I thanked them for coming in, and asked if it was their first time. It was.  

They are from the UK and their son is here on a J1 visa and they’d come to visit. Turns out they also have a house nearby and that they are preparing to sell.

I asked when the son was going home and the mom said, at the end of the summer unless he can find a way to stay.
Do you want to marry him?

I replied, my boyfriend my not like it, but we do have a king size bed, so there is room if he says yes.  

The son turned bright red, and the mom loved every second of it.  
At the end of the night, there was a local sitting at the bar, and they’d made friends with the couple next to him. They all got up to leave, they were the only people in the building.

The man of the other couple is a little tipsy, and comes over to shake my hand says, they keep calling you chef, so I wanted to introduce myself. I explained that I am Jeff, and Chef had left about 15 minutes earlier.  

He goes on and on about how much he loved the meal.

And he finally says, I just love your meat.  

And I replied, I get told that all the time.  

The local couple got the innuendo, and couldn’t stop laughing.  

I really think it went right over the drunk guy’s head.  

I know for some of you office folks a 175 emails is not a lot.  

But I seriously get 6 a day that are important. Most are stupid.  

However, I had 175 emails left after I deleted the junk and at least 35 of them were requests for large parties. It’s insane. The people just keep coming. 

I did get them ALL answered today. I’m about 10 months shy of being out of the weeds.  

And we should be opening the downstairs restaurant, in the new location the first week of May.  

So wish me luck.  

I’ll be up for air in December.  

That is all. 

It’s 2:00 AM again.

And I’m sitting down to write.  

Today was one of those days.  

First.  

I had 6 interviews scheduled. 4 showed up. I hired three. And I’m going to do a 2nd interview with the 4th.  

We are inching closer to opening day. 

The chandeliers were hung today. I haven’t seen them in person, but the video Chef sent to me, is impressive.  

It was finally spring here today. Mid 60’s. Sunny.  

I was in a bad mood.  

It didn’t start that way.

But I found my way there.  

I had to apologize to a server for snapping at her tonight. 
Fun fact.  

10 years ago, I started a rule, that if I snap at you inappropriately, I will buy you a beer.  

I gave the server 10 dollars tonight at the end of her shift.  

It really keeps you from losing your temper if it costs you money.  
It was a long drive home tonight as I contemplated the evening. 
I was frustrated.

But it turns out, by the wrong situation.

I knew that by the time I turned the lights off and locked the door behind me.

I was even grumpy with Adam at the end of the night and that hardly ever happens.  

The one take away for me tonight, was to remind myself, that I’m human. It’s going to happen. Everyone gets frustrated. Everyone gets angry.  

The key is to own it. Not make excuses. Not pass the blame.
Tomorrow, Saturday, I’ll go to work as always, and reset myself to my original setting and start over.  

I’ll apologize to the Friday crew, next week.