If the restaurant you work at has an outdoor seating area, it can be both a blessing and a curse. Some of the blessings are….you get to be outside, you’re not cooped up in a building (yay!) the next biggest plus is, management, whether at a corporate or privately owned place, does come outside and bother you too much, (it’s too far to walk)…..it always feels a little more casual outside. However, you are always at the mercy of the weather. If it’s early in the season, which starts in late spring, in Michigan, it’s doubtful whether you will be working at all.
One restaurant had a really nice patio, with giant umbrellas, and it faced west…..so early in the season, everyone wants the sunny tables….and if you’re forced to work in sections, someone is gonna get screwed. When it gets to be later in the season and it gets hot out, everyone wants the tables in the shade, so once again, someone gets screwed out of tables. If it rains, nobody gets to work, and no work, no pay. If it’s really hot out, you may wait two or three hours for a table. Try walking around looking busy for that time, which you have to do, or management will find some menial chore for you to do. One day the chore du jour, was washing windows. Really? This is not what I (or anyone else)signed on for….so I kept wiping the same three panes over and over again. My fellow inside servers were watching, and finally asked why I was wiping the same panes over and over again…I told them that, if you’re gonna make me wash windows, I’ gonna do it my way.
One evening, as we were watching the rain clouds roll in, there were still some who opted to sit outside…..not a wise choice….it lets you know which end of the intelligence spectrum these folks are on……some finish up and leave…..it’s sprinkling and a few more ask to move in side….which means they are now going to be sat at a table in someone else’s section, so once again someone gets screwed out of a table….and then there is that lone table who, upon the rain commencing harder, huddle under the umbrella….you approach the table, but as you exit the building, you must walk under the canopy that is over the door, the rain is now cascading off of it and on to you…..then there’s that open space between the canopy and the umbrella, where you stop the descent of many more rain drops….if you really care about what your hair looks like, you’re in trouble…. You ask them once again if they would like to move inside….”No, we’re fine.” Great! Now I’m stuck here! If it weren’t for these two idiots, I could call it a day and go home, I‘m not going to get anymore tables.…but no, now I have to do some stupid menial chores, none of which I am being compensated for, because these two are clearly lacking the common
sense gene.
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