I don't do it. first off I don't make them mad. My sous chef and I have a running joke that were eachothers new BFF's. My Chef loves that I understand what bisque means, think everyone should atleast try the escargot and foie gras and know his sauces and the sizes of the salmon and filet.
I have a great time with my White Coats. We do the whole beer after work thing, we listen to eachother. In general it's not hard. Other servers enter, either filling in from a different part of the resort and make dumb mistakes. firing appetizers to the kitchen. Duh. it's the first thing on the ticket it's going to be up when it's ready. don't get mad when the sous chef cracks a joke, a joke by the way.
He wasn't pissed he just insinuated that you were an idiot. I don't need to hear about it. If you didn't deserve it they wouldn't bother telling you that you're wrong. They don't really want to pay attention to the servers. Trust me. And I don't need to be running around for the night trying to be a filter between the FOH and the Back. It's exhausting. Take it to the manager, i'm a waitress. I already kept the damn table from catching on fire over the fondue burners, decanted the wine, entered the bar order, cleaned up after the busser (now were is that wrong) I don't want to hear about why you think my kitchen is a problem. Fuck off! my kitchen isn't the problem. You are.
And for the big deal. If owners come in the Chef needs to know about it. that's one of the many, many differences between a chef and a line cook. And not informing the kitchen about what is going on in the dining room and not making them aware of potential PIA, VIP and CIP tables is worthy of you getting told off. As a server you don't get to leave the dining room three hours early because you're 'shaken up' give me a break.
And tears... servers are not allowed to cry. I don't care how young or cute you think you are. No crying. If you're a guy.... no. I'm not going to go there. But, if you're a girl it's stupid. It ruins your make up, makes your face red, and you don't have the time to be wasting on that shit. Cry when you get home. Or grab a shot at the bar when you're all done.
End of rant. that was fun. I hope tomorrow is better. I have a big time VIP PIA table coming in. By the way PIA is my favorite abbreviation. Pain In the Ass. It just makes me happy. I've already got two grand worth of special order wine for them. and they want a guy waiter, so my newest waiter will be leading on the table why I stand in the background keeping him from crashing and burning. Fun. Fun. But that's a whole other rant.
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