I'll stop trying to make a difference
I'm not trying to make a difference/
I'll stop trying to make a difference/
No Way.
*
I wrote about a day in the life back in 2003, essentially a lifetime ago and then some when I think about it now. The idiocy I was in store for was unimaginable to the person I was back then. What I deal with now, on a nearly daily basis, is this:
I come in early today, because my GM has a social function to go to tonight. No big deal, as I am out running around and work is my last stop anyway. I end up there ninety minutes early, but that proves to be a good thing: I misread my own order guide from the previous day and need to run to the store for salt (I need to work the kinks out of this guide, but this is a minor concern). I had a feeling then that this day was just going to go downhill from that.
I get back, close out the a.m. shift with money and bar drawer, and immediately realize that my GM never did a shift sheet for the day. I then have the bad realization that I am stuck with two new hires working the floor, a new host, and three menu tests that I need to grade to see just how bad the new servers are.
I deal with the money idiocy and am grading tests when at 6:15 I hear from the kitchen "Where is Jeremy?" That's when I knew that there was no grace given for a day that was greeted with open arms.
Spent the next 105 minutes working the grill because my closing cook was 30 minutes late and couldn't give me the courtesy of calling. I sent him home at 8:30.
My two new servers couldn't listen to my clear instruction as I was cashing them out. They not only didn't check out with my other staff, they did no sidework or closing duties.
In between I still found time to talk with a few regulars, do the meet and greet, do a small business talk with the local business bike club folk, and kiss some babies. I'm sure you can figure out what I didn't do...
*
And after that complete shitstorm, I still ended up back working the line for a bit, and ran a lot of dishes through, and organized the dishpit yet again. Scrubbed the front kitchen floors. Dumped multiple trash cans. Prepped bread for tomorrow.
*
I got the customary call from the owner tonight. I didn't mince words. He admitted that it's a good thing he hired me, because with the idiocy of tonight it would have been chaos otherwise. My GM will step on the line and cook but he's never there at night. Everyone else but me is useless.
"I need more people like you," he says. "This is why I'm here. All I do is make it happen" I reply.
It was the phone call that made the day worth waking up for. Well, that and seeing my substitute closing cook finish his beer at 12:59 a.m. tonight.
Relief that the job is done.
*
I used to think that this song was about giving up, but it's not. It's about hope.
I'll stop trying to make a difference/
No Way.
*
I wrote about a day in the life back in 2003, essentially a lifetime ago and then some when I think about it now. The idiocy I was in store for was unimaginable to the person I was back then. What I deal with now, on a nearly daily basis, is this:
I come in early today, because my GM has a social function to go to tonight. No big deal, as I am out running around and work is my last stop anyway. I end up there ninety minutes early, but that proves to be a good thing: I misread my own order guide from the previous day and need to run to the store for salt (I need to work the kinks out of this guide, but this is a minor concern). I had a feeling then that this day was just going to go downhill from that.
I get back, close out the a.m. shift with money and bar drawer, and immediately realize that my GM never did a shift sheet for the day. I then have the bad realization that I am stuck with two new hires working the floor, a new host, and three menu tests that I need to grade to see just how bad the new servers are.
I deal with the money idiocy and am grading tests when at 6:15 I hear from the kitchen "Where is Jeremy?" That's when I knew that there was no grace given for a day that was greeted with open arms.
Spent the next 105 minutes working the grill because my closing cook was 30 minutes late and couldn't give me the courtesy of calling. I sent him home at 8:30.
My two new servers couldn't listen to my clear instruction as I was cashing them out. They not only didn't check out with my other staff, they did no sidework or closing duties.
In between I still found time to talk with a few regulars, do the meet and greet, do a small business talk with the local business bike club folk, and kiss some babies. I'm sure you can figure out what I didn't do...
*
And after that complete shitstorm, I still ended up back working the line for a bit, and ran a lot of dishes through, and organized the dishpit yet again. Scrubbed the front kitchen floors. Dumped multiple trash cans. Prepped bread for tomorrow.
*
I got the customary call from the owner tonight. I didn't mince words. He admitted that it's a good thing he hired me, because with the idiocy of tonight it would have been chaos otherwise. My GM will step on the line and cook but he's never there at night. Everyone else but me is useless.
"I need more people like you," he says. "This is why I'm here. All I do is make it happen" I reply.
It was the phone call that made the day worth waking up for. Well, that and seeing my substitute closing cook finish his beer at 12:59 a.m. tonight.
Relief that the job is done.
*
I used to think that this song was about giving up, but it's not. It's about hope.
posted by jersn at 5:27 AM
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