I close Saturday and Sunday nights, so somebody else can deal with the bullshit associated with Friday nights. Apparently last Friday night was a real doozy of managerial confrontations with servers, and with far more fallout than either of my drama-less Saturday and Sunday shifts. Then again, while I may kid about people threatening to quit, I know how very likely it is that we’re getting a lot more bark than we will bite. Nobody’s quitting anything around here unless they’ve got something else lined up. Not in this economy.
Yeah, a steady check’s about as much as you could ask for these days, and I’d have to say that the average, everyday people that have been coming through our doors these days have been pretty good to me. It makes me like what I do.
But girls employed at restaurants seemingly have to go through these times. In some cases, they’re only done once a year. In more stressful situations, it can be as often as every shift. Somebody doesn’t feel appreciated, and the people in charge better change that if they want her to stay.
Or say they’ll do that.
Sometimes.
I suppose I’ll feel really bad if the alleged group of four females who were talked about as already putting notices in really do end up leaving in the coming weeks, but having now seen or spoken to a few of them and others, it seems far more likely that the whole thing will be forgotten and all four will still be around.
Because they all love the drama. And there’s always drama in the restaurant. Always.
Nothing ever really changes in this business, just like Saturdays are always better than Fridays.
