out of the the coma!

So I came down with the plague...so I've been gone for a week, in a coma in bed (not really but you know what I mean). Sorry, but here is what was happening before the almost death...


This was last Thursday night:

I should mention that I am choosing to remain anonymous as some of the things I may say in this blog could get me fired..and as much as I loathe my current place of work, I do need the money.

So last night was interesting to say the least. Our GM is on vacation and considering he is the only person who can keep our restaurant from completing falling to shit, it has been a crazy week. Our assistant GM is coming apart at the seams, but I get it, if I had her job I would be too. Apparently they caught a long time server stealing, but I think they were scamming the system, but we're still not sure who it was as it just happened 2 days ago. Anyways, because of this they basically have us on lockdown. We are now forced to keep all of our written orders and staple them to the closed checks at the end of the night, this is an absolute bitch to keep up with. Also, our restaurant sends out an inordinate about of coupons and by the happy chance you come across an extra one and the table pays in cash, well you get where I'm going with this. So we now have to leave our personal server books in the office at the end of each shift and can no longer take them home; this is to make sure we have no extra coupons...because that would be wrong. Whatever. So all this big brother shit is not making our happy work place very happy. Everyone is a pissed off negative nancy, and this finally got to our assistant GM last night.

One of the sweetest servers we have has, in the past month or so, become disillusioned with her job and therefore doesn't hold her tongue about how she feels any longer. I was at the bev stand getting drinks for a table and I hear the usual chatter and then it turned angry...

“We're out of biscuits, do a call back to the kitchen please.” a random server says

“Well, this is _________________, we're always out of something.” sweet disillusioned server says

CRASH BNFJBHDFIHBIFDBNVJKFGHBIRTUHKJFNBKSFJHOIRTHJG9546985GJFDKB!!

As I turn around I see my assistant GM (lets call her Julie from now on) running through the kitchen doors in a rage...then I look behind me and see the crash was because when she heard this statement she slammed about 6 plates down on the metal counter and they broke and went everywhere; we have an open kitchen, this was not a wise idea. She comes back out with a broom and dust pan yelling,

“I AM SICK AND TIRED OF ALL THE NEGATIVATY!!!”

I grabbed my drinks on the tray to the left and walked away, quickly.

When I finally found the server that pissed Julie off so badly (we can call her Jody), she was in the back micros area about to cry her eyes out. She was in shock, she honestly didn't mean for Julie to take the statement so personally and was not trying to be negative, just honest. Sadly in our restaurant sometimes its just better to not say shit; the truth shall not set you free my friend, it might actually get you fired. People in higher positions don't like to hear the truth because it makes them feel incompetent, like they are unable to do their job correctly. And honestly, most of us could do a better job than them, but we're smart and stay as lowly servers. Fuck being a manager, my job is stressful enough.

I am going to apply for another job today, we're about to be in our season here. Florida is a haven for snow birds, also known as rude old fuckers from the north who call Florida home during the months of October through March. One good thing, they're all loaded. So I deal with the bullshit because I want their money. Damn I sound like a greedy bitch...I'm really not, I'm just in debt from college, which is funny or ironic right? UGH. Either way I want to work two serving jobs during season because I can bank and that would be nice. Wish me luck...

the beginning...

I'm not sure what I am attempting to accomplish, or even if anyone will read this, but nevertheless I am proceeding. Mostly I am looking for an outlet for well, my life. I vent mostly to my boyfriend and feel as though he deserves a break, so if you're interested in the rantings of a 25 year old college graduate still waiting tables and waiting for her life to begin then this is the blog for you.

I was told me whole life to go to school and do well and you will get a good job and da da da. Well I did all this, and I am not where they said I would be. I went to the best high school in my state and then went to college and worked my butt off for 5 years; studied abroad, received scholarships and numerous awards. So now, almost 2 years out of college, I am trying to figure out what the hell I am supposed to be doing with my life?

Currently, I am waiting tables, which during college is a great job to have. Easy cash, great hours for those who stay out all night partying, drag themselves into their 9am classes and finally come out of their hangovers around 4pm just in time to go to work and do it all over again. I began when I was 18 and from the beginning I loved it; couldn't get enough of the money, and boy did I make a ton! Only problem was, for my entire college career, I didn't save a single penny.

So what exactly am I trying to say, what is the point of this blog you ask? I, like many young Americans, am stuck in a job that I hate while trying to search for the job I want that no longer exists in todays economy and not wanting to settle for something mediocre just to get out of the hospitality industry. So I trudge through everyday hoping to get my big break all the while working in a restaurant whilst trying not to punch my co-workers in the face and/or poison my customers food (only kidding..sort of).

I will be posting daily rants of my job and life from here on and my search for that bright future I was promised so long ago. Thank you for reading.