When a corporate server works a private restaurant....

We had so many parties booked in the last two weeks, and we are a little short staffed, we started pulling in server friends of ours from other restaurants. One server used to work here, they called in her in for a couple banquets, that gave her some extra holiday money. Another is the sister of one of our servers, and yet another I used to work with at a corporate restaurant, so for the evening, that made three of us that used to work together in the land of corporate. She had some interesting comments.

As the three of us, and one busboy were talking for a brief moment, she exclaimed, “There are no rules here!” The busboy quickly piped in, “Yes there are!” the other two of us looked over at him and said, “Not compared to where we came from!”

She was astounded that we were allowed to eat. We told her you can have all the soup, salad and bread you want. She was even more astounded when the half empty buffet pans, from the party she was working on were brought back to the kitchen, and it turned into an employee free-for-all. (We can’t box this food up for people, nor can we use it for anything else, it has to be thrown out) Sooooo….. We all grab plates and shovel food in on the run.

Then she decided to stretch it a little and asked, “What if I want some ice cream?” We pointed to the ice cream freezer and told her to help herself. Her jaw almost hit the floor.

Then she had an even more incredulous look on her face when she inquired about what restrooms we were allowed to use. We told her there are two sets of restrooms on the main floor, and one on the lower level, use whichever one you want. “You mean I don’t have to use a disgusting unisex restroom with piss-spattered toilet seats?!?”

But the crowning jewel was when we told her she could have a drink at the end of her shift!