Son of the orange
Right-o. It's been a while since my last post, again. Some how, even with all the free time I seem to have, I can't get to posting on a regular basis. Bah, it's not like I have people hanging on every word for this thing, it's just for my fun. A lot has been going on lately, mostly the fact that I had a sandwich today. Oh my god, you never realize just how much you miss sandwiches until you can't have them. Mmmmmmmm..................... yummy.
As always, work tops my list of stuff. I was talking with the salad guy at Ciao! on Monday because it was slow, and he let it slip that he and some of the other guys had been talking about some of the girls who work there, myself included. Now, being who I am, I just had to find out what they had to say about me. After a little prodding I got my answer, but it wasn't at all what I expected. Apparently the guys at Ciao! think that I need to be protected. Odd, no? I really don't see myself as someone who needs to be protected and looked after. Although I could be wrong, you never know. It was also mentioned that I seem a bit standoffish and intimidating. I can see myself as standoffish in some situations, but intimidating? No. Not at all. I thought that maybe they'd say I was cute or something, since cute seems to be the description that I get most often, but no. Weird. I guess you never really know how other people look at you until you pry answers out of the salad guy.
I'm also having problems at work with one of the other hosts. "Jess" and I got along fine when I started working at Ciao! after Stixx closed. However, once I found my footing and started working with her as an equal instead of a trainee, there was mild trouble. Because I question what she does sometimes, or offer suggestions on how to seat big parties, she gets upset because she's not in total control. We worked together last Friday, the same week I had my teeth out. The only reason I came into work at all was because the other two hosts were out of town and we need two people to run the door on Friday and Saturday. Because I'd had surgery that week, I had talked to my manager Jessica about the fact that I was dealing with jaw pain and I couldn't run the door during our rush times, and I couldn't call for people in the bar because of my stitches. Jessica was fine with this because she needed me there to seat people and take to-go orders. Jess on the other hand was quite upset. So after her initial pissyness about having to do some actual work, we got down to doing what we're paid to do, until she decided to leave the host stand for about a half an hour letting me run the door around 6:30. I delt with it, seeing as how I really didn't have a choice, and started seating people and plotting for our reservations. When Jess comes back, she says that I've messed up her entire seating plan for the evening and the reso list. The only reason I "messed up" her seating plan is because I gave some big parties to servers that she doesn't like (only servers Jess likes get the big parties). After that whole thing blew over and it's quieted down for the evening, it's time to do the side work. The hosts side work is supposed to be done by both hosts so that we can go home soon. Instead of us both working on it, Jess decides to go wander around the dining room for a good long while, leaving me to do all of the side work which includes cleaning the 100 plus menus, wine lists, and dessert lists that we have. When she next shows up, it is to cash out the to-go card and collect the tips we made. Want to know what she did with the tips? That's right, she kept them all for herself. It's not like I lost out on a lot of money, and I wouldn't have even known about it if she hadn't left me in charge of the door, but it's the point of the damn thing. I don't know why she acts the way she does, but I'm getting sick of it. I think she's just mad that I came over from Stixx, bumped her down in seniority, and became good at working at Ciao! The worst part about all this is that I can't tell managers because they all like Jess, except for our new general manager who's never around to form opinions of anyone. I really don't know what I'm going to do about this.
If anybody is still reading after that very long semi rant, I'm sorry for the length of it but I needed to vent a bit.
Totally going out tomorrow, probably to Bootleggers. Also going shopping with Joe and going to work at 4:30. Joe, if you read this, give me a call around 11 if you're up. If not, i'll give you a call so we can go malling. Mags, I'm sure that I'll talk to you tomorrow after I get off of work.
Oh and Jeff, I lied when I told you I'd only been drunk twice before. It was three times.
posted by Mandolin @ 5/19/2005 02:38:00 AM
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Okay, that's it. I am sick of people getting walked on at work. For God's sake stick up for yourself!
Tell your managers what the bitch did. If they like her, it's not going to get her bonus points that she ripped you off and ditched her post. You're only informing them of potential problem areas and, whether they like her or not, helps them to manage and do their job better.
Secondly, everything you've said on here directed at her should be said to her. Feel free to be nice about it but make your fucking point. A) You'll feel better, B) She might not realize she is a cock-juggling thunder-cunt and you could help her to realize it and C) you'll benefit from the stress relief and satisfaction of sticking up for yourself.
Side not, maybe you'll be regarded less as someone who needs protection then, and that's always cute.
Alright, fair enough. That having been said, I would like to clear things up a bit. Normally I would have said something to a manager, but I didn't do so in this case for a couple of reasons.
First of all, my general manager Michelle was not there. If I'm going to say something about another host, I'm going to do it to the manager in charge of the resturaunt instead of the floor manager who heads up the servers. It makes more sense to me to go to someone who can handle it directly rather then someone who will just pass on the info of what happend.
Also, let's not forget the fact that I was having trouble talking, smiling, etc. on Friday night. The last thing I wanted to do just then was get into a long conversation about what Jess did and how I feel about the situation. Also, the words would have been mostly wasted on a person who likes the host I would be complaining about. Again, I would rather go Michelle who doesn't favor any host over the others. I don't want to get fired, so I'm trying to skip around all of the personal politics here.
I do plan on talking to Jess, it's just hard to do because I only ever see her at work and she normally leaves before it slows down enough to have a conversation. With any luck, her poor conduct at work will get her fired before I get the chance to talk to her. Believe it or not, but this little post is just the tip of the iceberg with this girl.
There is a form of logic in place here, and I didn't put it into the post. Mostly because it was 2:30 in the morning and I was kind of pissed. Don't think for a second that I'm going to let this whole thing go.
You only have more blood then me because I only drink from humans, and I've been getting awesome powers.
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