Re: 10 reasons you should never get a job
Sounds.....educational, Hildegarde!
Well hey, at least you have the experience, right?
This thread made me think back on the jobs I've had that were total doozies. Waitressing and hotels always lead the top of the list, for obvious reasons
but there was one that was so ridiculous that I walked out in the middle of my shift. I had this part time side job maybe in 1997 or so as a waitress in the restaurant of a Holiday Inn in SoCal...so, combining both the hotel and restaurant thing. And this one night they had the main restaurant closed due to some company using it for their company Christmas party or something. I remember people at that party doing really bad drunken karaoke - Gloria whats her name's disco tune, "I Will Survive"....but sung by a drunk guy.
So the restaurant was closed, and everything was funneled into the bar area. Which was about AS far away from the kitchen as you could get. To get to the kitchen from the bar required going down this loooooooong corridor, which is not convenient when you're running around carrying big trays.
But the kicker was.......I was the only one scheduled to work that night. Just me, and the bartender, and a room service guy. I was expected to seat all my people, take their order, serve them, ring them up for payment and bus all my own tables. While running back and forth and back and forth the looooooooooong way to the kitchen.....carrying big trays on my shoulder.
yeah.
I was getting more and more pissed as the night wore on, all the while there's the steady background noise of karoake off in the distance in the restaurant and the sounds of drunken reverie. My popping moment came when I saw the manager in the kitchen, standing next to the cook's line, chatting casually with the line cooks. Garnishing dishes as they came out and just loafing around, chatting, while I did EVERYTHING. He was this nice, dopey guy who had NO clue, and it just never occurred to him to pitch in and help out in any way. He'd never been a server himself as far as I knew, and came from a privelaged background, so yeah, it just didn't occur to him. That whole "out of touch with reality" thing I mentioned earlier. Nice, but out of touch. I was grumbling to the room service waiter about how I was going to just quit and walk out, because this was stupid and getting worse as the night wore on. So, he knew what the situation was. And then I made my decision to do it, just quit. But there was this one nice corporate dude at one of the tables who'd ordered a steak and a baked potato, so I waited until after his food came out to walk out. Served him his steak, got him the extra sides that he needed and a refill too, told him to enjoy his meal as we exchanged sincere smiles, then off I went. I marched back to the kitchen and the room service dude saw my expression and he just knew....uh oh, she's going to do it......and he dropped what he was doing and chased after me, hot on my heels. I burst through the double doors of the kitchen, saw the manager still standing at the cook's line, chatting, saw the room service guy shoot him a look like, "Oh shit, you better do something!" and I just....continued through the kitchen, out the rear exit, into the parking lot and to my car. It was SUCH a weird contrast too getting out to the parking lot on the quiet warm night. It's like I could feel the "realm change." Inside it was like being caught up in an escalating nightmare while outside it was a totally different - calm, peaceful, quiet - world. It was a jolt.
Anyway, I've had quite a few other crazy jobs and other instances of unplanned quittitng, and even one tale of getting a little revenge on a company who was the worst place I've ever worked for probably to this day. But this one was a more benign example worth sharing.
What big lessons I learned from this, I don't know, but hey, the experience was cool. um, I think.
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