1.) A memorable high school job.
Except it is not a memorable high school job. This one was a college job, or at least one of the many I had while I was attending Brown College. Not "Brown University" - this was the COOL Brown College back in the day when Radio and Television Broadcasting was its main focus.
Yeah - I am "justifying" that choice just a smidge.
I cannot say the name of this restaurant as it is still in business today - which is a shock to me because the owner is
|Whattaya Lookin' at Loser?|
I was a waitress. I needed a new job so I rolled up my apron and found a spot slinging hash, or pasta primavera, closer to home. Heck this guy knew my minister so he must be all right, right? And he was pretty cool in the interview and pretty much hired me on the spot. I was a happy girl. Then I started working there and in the short time I was there I:
- Watched him hire a chef I knew that got fired for embezzling from a local hotel.
- Got TOTALLY STIFFED by guys ordering round after round of beers during the SuperBowl - our restaurant was empty except for these guys, me, the owner, a couple cooks and the bartender - it sucked.
- Watched in HORROR at the way the owner and his son spoke to the servers.
Yes, I thought, he won't ever yell at ME like that. He knows my minister for crying out loud. Those other servers must be really REALLY bad if he swears at them like that. I mean, wow.
One night I got a table early. It was Friday. I took their drink order and they ordered food right away too. I served them their food and as it came up I got three other tables.
But something was wrong you see. My first table that . Their potatoes were BLACK on the inside when they opened them up out of the foil. Uh oh. "Let me fix that right away." I head back to the kitchen and bring back two more potatoes on plates and begin to take drink orders for my new tables when... "Oh Miss?"
Yup. More BLACK potatoes.
I tromp back to the kitchen and show them to the chef that I knew and said "Dude, quick open me two that are not nasty so I can get back out there." and right on my heels is the owner.
"What the FUCK are you doing? Why aren't you out there taking care of my customers you stupid BITCH!"
Now keep in mind I had heard him speak this way before. To more than one other server. But my reaction was a bit "different" than theirs you see because IWILLNOTBESWORNATINTHEWORKPLACE no matter who you think you are.
I calmly took my ticket book from the back of my apron, handed it to the now stunned owner, and said, "Goodbye, you deal with them." got my purse and left.
It would have been REALLY mature if I hadn't then cut my green bow tie up into little pieces and mailed it back to him after I got my last check.