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Mayan Customers


Everybody is talking about the end of the world.  According to the Mayan Calendar, that's going to be tomorrow, December 21st, 2012.  I am scheduled to work, but if the world is ending, and I'm going to have to serve people, things are going to go a bit differently.

For customers, it will be easy, simply go out and have a good time.  Listen to me when I am explaining the specials.  Don't change the menu to suit your preferences.  And be ready to order when you say that you are ready to order.  If that's too difficult, then I'll just do the ordering for you.  I'm sure you won't mind paying for some Cowboy Ribeyes, and shots of Johnny Walker Blue Label.

Manager won't micro-manage.  And better yet, managers will actually be visible on the floor because they are ON the floor.  Not hiding in the office, or sneaking off to meet their dealer at some bar down the street.  If you need to hide, just leave the keys to the place with me, I know how to throw a good party.

Co-workers won't be drama queens.  There won't be any complaining that you don't have enough tables, or that your life sucks so you have to take it out on everybody else.  No complaining, period.  What more is there to complain about anyways?  The world is ending, enjoy one day of your life for Pete's sake.

Customers will order from me, and I'll bring them what they want.  We'll share a few laughs, have a shift drink, and make some money.  Isn't that how it used to be?

So when the world ends tomorrow... who am I fooling!  If the world ends tomorrow, I will not be spending my last moments waiting on customers.  I will be calling out.  My excuse?  The old "the world is ending today," story.

BTW... the new podcast is up.  Thanks again to Lauren and Ro for being so funny and honest.  Please listen, comment, and subscribe HERE.

Until next time... Server's don't pay their rent with compliments.

"Bitter.  Party of 1?  Your table is ready."

The Bitter Bistro


Comments

Caveman said…
Great idea! I am calling in sick to tomorrow with the...end of the world...excuse!

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