OK, Here's What Happened...

First, thank you so much for all of your input! You guys are so freakin' awesome. Not even kidding. I love you all!!!! For a lot of you, this will be just the same as the email I sent you after your comment. But I lost track of who I sent it to and who I didn't so here it is. Thanks again!!!

Next, I know. I know. I know. I need to find a new job.

Tuesday night I was helping my table doing exactly what I described on the post. There were two other servers on and a manager. I looked around when the phone rang and saw no one was going to answer it. But it's not my job to get the phone. It's the manager's. Who is CONSTANTLY in the back of the joint smoking. (Or lately, he's decided that smoking in FRONT of the place is much more classy and will attract more customers) And last night he was back there smoking AND on his cel phone to his son.

Well, I'm with most of you. (I'm looking at you, Sher) People that have taken the time to get in their car and leave their home to come to eat dinner take priority over any yahoo on their couch, at home, on the phone. So I didn't run to get the phone. After I finished with my table the phone was still ringing (going on 5 or 6 rings) so I went and answered it. (Knowing that if it was "T",the owner, she'd be mad that it had rung so many times.)

Of course, it's her.

T: What's going on?!?! Are you guys busy? What are you doing?
Me: I was talking to my table. J was talking to her table. K was in the back and I guess John's outside smoking.
T: Well this phone needs to be answered in 3 rings!
Me: Ya, I know but I was talking to my table.
T: Well, you need to excuse yourself and answer the phone!!! If it's a to-go order and the phone rings too many times they'll thing we're closed.
Me: (In a very non-snotty tone of voice. For real.) So you want us to leave our table and answer the phone?
T: YES!!! That's what the lunch people do! Have John call me.

Click.

So after about ten minutes John comes back in and I tell him to call T. A few minutes after he gets off the phone with her and I say, "well I guess I got us all in trouble by letting the phone ring too many times".
John: Ya, I don't know what you said to her but she's so mad at you. She's really really mad. She told me to cut you and send you home.
Me: Really? OK.

(So I guess I'd have been better off to not have answered the phone at all. Because I took all the heat for it!! And am I the only one who picked up on the fact that I DID answer the phone??? ME. I'm the one who ran over and got it the very first free second I had. And I got my a** chewed for it.)

He goes on to make excuses that his son only ever calls like once a week and he's got like two (more like 30) minutes to talk to him and he should have been able to talk to him and have things get taken care of inside. Well, yes. That's true. But we didn't know he was outside. Furthermore, it's not like we were pickin' our noses!! It's so ridiculous there. It sucks to work at a place where you don't feel like your superiors are ever on your side. Or on the side of their customers. They only care about the bottom line. They have NO loyalties to their staff. They closed their store in Sandy and didn't tell any of the employees. They came to work the next day and found a note on the door. People's paychecks are bouncing and T won't return their phone calls.

We are the ones keeping that place in business. The servers. You could have the best food on earth but if the service sucks, nobody will go back. Likewise, you could have semi-good food and great severs and get people to come back again and again. There isn't a shift that goes by that I don't have at least one table tell me I "did great." "You're so much fun!" "What's your name? We want you when we come back!" I get at least one of these comments every time I work.

So yes, I need a new job. I don't work tomorrow and I'm taking the day to go apply at every restaurant in town. And when I leave I'll let them all know that I'm so sick of the management screwing up and making me take the heat for it. And I also realize that the longer I stay there and complain about it the dumber I look. So I promise this is the last rant I do about my job.

A Survey

If you were out to dinner and your server had just brought your meal and was explaining things to you (like the differences in the BBQ sauces on your table, etc.) and answering other questions you had and the phone started to ring and your server excused herself to answer the phone...how would you feel about that?

Be honest. And ask around! I need as much input on this as I can get. I'll tell you what one server (me) did after I hear from you.

Wordless Wednesday...I'm just too little...

Warning: Lame Post Ahead

Hey everyone!! I'm just checking in to let you know I'm still alive and well. The dinner on Friday night was the most fun I've had in a long time (except for the way fun lunch I had on the previous Tuesday). (Melissa did a great post about it so go here and see her goods. No, not literal goods. Just the post she did. Naughties.) It was so fun to meet new people and to get to know my other friends better. I always have fun with my sisters and that night I got to have TWO of them there! WOOT!!! I'm hoping my niece's ears have stopped melting by now. She was fine with all the "grown-up-married-people" talk until her mom started in. I'm guessing the LAST people she wants to hear anything like that about is her parents...unless it's MY parents.

So last weekend was awesome. I'm working on a post about it for MMB so stay tuned.

I got in trouble at work the other night for the most ridiculous thing ever so I'd love to find a new place to work. Anyone need a live-in waitress???

Summer's half over and I haven't done anything too exciting. Haven't even been to the pool!!! I'm still pasty white. We're going out of town for the 24th of July and that'll be fun. But before that we're going to see Kenny Chesney!!! HOLLA!!! (I like to go to grown-up concerts, Vanessa)

That's it. Lame post. I'll leave a cute picture of Harley for you to make up for the lack of blog fodder! Have a great weekend!!

He LOVES to play in the sand! He's a digger, just like his dad!!

Alright, Peeps. Here's the 411.

OK, I've made a reservation at the Skybox at The Gateway for 7:00 pm. That way the working moms can get home & get their fams situated before they ditch 'em for the rest of the night.
The Skybox is at the very north end of the mall on the upper level. Next to Lane Bryant. Not that any of us has to shop there. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
If you're coming and you haven't told me or DeNae, please do so NOW!!! The room we have isn't huge so I want to be sure we have enough room.
If you need any more deets email me or leave your comment here! See you Friday!!

PS Lori, you wanna ride together? I'm picking Wendy up on the way. Because you're coming, Wendy!!! Oh yes you are!

Meet and Greet!!!

Hey, guess what??? DeNae is coming to town! So in an attempt to reach Kristina P. level coolness, we're having a meet and greet!

It'll be July 10th. It'll be a dinner. It'll be in the Salt Lake area somewhere. Please, please, please come!!!

Either email me or comment here if you can make it.

It's Always The Last Place You Look

After more than two looooong weeks of getting up off the couch to turn up and down our TV (a task made even more difficult because the knob is behind a glass door which we have to keep barricaded so Harley doesn't get into it), we (I) have found the remote!!!

You're looking at the cupboard which holds our TV on top and in the cabinets is all of Harley's toys. (That would be "Ghostbusters" on the tv and look to the left...that's where the volume is. See the big silver thing in its way? Yeah.) In an act of desperation, I unloaded all the toys out of it and guess what???? It was in there! Seriously, can't begin to describe how good it feels to sit on my bu....couch and turn on and off and up and down the volume. I'm waaaaaaay too skinny for all the exercise I was getting by walking the 12 feet to the stereo.

Thanks for all of your suggestions. I really did check the fridge, the garbage (again), not the spices because I keep them up high, the heat registers, the drawers in the kitchen and bathroom. The town I live in hates the earth so I didn't have a recycle bin to check.

All is right at the Stubbs home again.