Well after trolling this site for a while I have decided to post a horror story of my own on here for all to enjoy.

 

Having been a server for the past seven years, in different parts of the US and Canada, it was tough for me to finally decide on which story should be my first story here for RibEye’s new Horror Story page. However I decided on one of my newest stories. It has things which Sherry and I both share, Young Sports Teams and some stupid newbies. So here it goes, enjoy the read.

 

So I have just been at my new restaurant for only a couple of weeks now. I recently left a management position with a fairly world wide famous for wings company, because of the City of Calgary and its outrageous cost of living. So here I am serving, nothing new to me, and my manager comes up to me and tells me that we have a 30 top walk in and he wants me to take it. That’s cool I can handle a 30 no problem. He than tells me that I am going to get help from one of the servers that has been here for a couple of months, Teresa, just in case I need the help.

 

Couple interesting notes on “Teresa”.

 

-One, she is the type of server I hate. Thinks that no matter what she does, if she brings drinks and food, she deserves a tip.

 

-Two, is that girl in the restaurant who causes all the drama. Doesn’t even have to have another staff member involved she can just cause a show with her boyfriend of the week.

 

-Three carries her cellphone on the service floor with her.

 

So the 30 top arrives and Teresa isn’t scheduled to start for another half hour. That’s cool I can take drink orders and than when she gets here she can help me grab food and than run it, right….wrong. She shows up 15 minutes late and I am running around grabbing refills after already put the order into the kitchen for their food. Manager tells her she is to help me…she dissappears.

 

The hockey team is bitching about the fact that I am taking so long to get them their food, they have to pay one bill and can’t use jersey numbers for me to seperate the cheques, food isn’t there yet.

 

We don’t split cheques for parties larger than 10, 15% gratuity is added for said parties, jersey numbers are stupid and a considerable amount more work than is needed, I am only one person and the other servers are busy so I am doing what I can. My short and quick answers to them.

 

In the end though, everything runs fine. Turns out I have to split all the bills because these people are too stupid to know what their own children ate and ordered. Takes me 30 minutes to take payment for the table at which point I am pestered by no less than 3 servers to use the Credit terminal when they see I have a line up of guests, and the fact that there is another one on the other side of the restaurant. (Idiot co-workers something I talk about in my blog.) They leave and I don’t have to serve the table again, and a couple of people over grat, always cool.

 

And guess who comes strolling back. “Teresa”, she comes back and I am finishing bussing the final 20 glasses off and goes, “Oh can I help you with that.”, sure… So she pulls out her cellphone and makes a call, because I served this party on the patio so when she is moving straws from one glass to another she is bussing, helping me and talking on the phone.

 

Needless to say when the manager came up and asked me how much I was giving to Teresa for tip out for helping with the party my answer was, nothing, she wasn’t anywhere to be seen the entire bloody time.

 

Got long winded but that is one of the hundreds I have. Have fun and keep on drinkin.

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