The boss, my general manager, said he wanted me to come in tomorrow. The Director of Franchise Operations is coming in tomorrow, although my boss, the GM, he only refers to the guy by his actual name. I don’t think he realistically has any idea what the fellow’s title is, it’s just a position that tells my boss, the GM, what he should be doing.
And my boss, the GM, doesn’t understand why I, the server, don’t want to come in and do a “role play” with him, the Director of Franchise Operations.
“I’ve got an appointment,” I said the other day, promising to call him today—which I didn’t. But in all fairness, he didn’t call me either. So I can only assume he got somebody else.
And, hey, I’m still on the schedule for tomorrow night. So if business is as lackluster as it’s been at the start of most weeknight shifts, the two of them might be able to catch me then.
Or, it could be busy enough as soon as I arrive that I won’t be able to play along with their fictional dining experience testing how I take their order, what I attempt to sell and whether or not I point at something on the menu. No, instead I’ll just have to get right to work, taking care of my actual tables, far enough from them where they won’t even have a clue about what I’m really saying to them.
Just like it should be.
