Don't pick on my co-workers!

Kelli and I worked a bridal shower last Saturday. The mother of the bride and a couple of others showed up early, (10:30 a.m., the same time I got there) to decorate the tables and set up their cup cakes. Apparently cup cakes are the new rage, as opposed to getting one big cake.

I chatted with these women for a few minutes, told them I put on a pot of coffee, if anyone cared for a cup….blah blah blah….and went about my business of setting up whatever was necessary.
We realize that these are important events in people’s lives. Oftentimes we encounter women who deem themselves to be the chiefs in these situations, and think because they are the chief, they can bark orders at anyone they want. Well, they thought wrong. We work these events all the time, we know what we are doing, and contrary to what they believe, they are not the ones who are really in charge of the show, we are.

Kelli was putting out water glasses, and the one of the women started barking orders at her. She came back to the wait station and was telling me what they said. “Change that linen over there! (On the table they just got cup cake crumbs all over) Fix that ceiling tile!” And bunch of other shit I can’t remember right now. I told Kelli to let the boss know about the ceiling tile (it had just gotten nudged out of place, a quick fix) and I would take care of the rest.

I grabbed a cloth napkin, went to the cup cake table and started brushing the crumbs off. One of the women came over and apologized for making a mess. “I’ve got it taken care of.”

I went back to the wait station, told Kelli what the woman had said and she was wondering why they were being so mean to her. I know why, it’s because she’s twenty, and they feel they can order her around. (Get over yourself) I’m older than Kelli’s mom….probably in the same age bracket as the woman barking orders. Don’t think because she’s young, she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she does. And…..she’s my partner for the next few hours, and I’m not going to let anyone walk all over her.

Time to take charge of this shindig……I told the head honcho that since they had a noon start time, that appetizers would be on the table at noon. Since they were playing no silly shower games, everyone needed to be seated at 12:15 so we could get the orders taken.

Why is it, upon arrival, these women can’t enter a room and take a seat? No…..they’ve gotta stand around, blocking the aisles, talking. I know for a fact that the ability to speak does not go away because one is sitting. So park it!

At 12:13 I tell the one “in charge” to have everyone take a seat. (If you can’t handle this, I will.) I am always amazed at the inability of the masses to make a decision as to where to sit. This is not someplace you are going to spend the rest of your life, you’ll only be here for a couple of hours!