Oh man, do I REALLY feel like shit today. This cold is starting to kick my ass.
Work was thankfully busy last night, word must of got out to Slappy #2 that I'm starting to look else where for employment. I was talking to the chef last night about the latest train wreak in our little establishment.
On Sat:
Slappy #2's granddaughter comes in, she's 3, cute as a button. He sets her up on the counter where the food comes out. We keep the grated parm. cheese up there to put on cutomer's food. He starts to feed her FROM THE SPOON that is resting in the plate of cheese and he just sticks it back in when he's done. Customers see this and get grossed out. His take "oh it's just a little girl". Um HELLO! Children are GERM FACTORIES (I'm living proof here with a damn head cold).
Out of 5 tables he had, 4 had complaints and meal screw ups.
On Sunday we only served $300 worth of food & drink. Not good.
The chef asked if I would talk to the partner if he arranged a meeting. I said I would. I'm tired of carrying Slappy #2's ass. Who is Slappy #2 some of you barflys might ask? He's the manager. Believe it or not, he's been in the business as long as I have (23 years).