As you will probably know from Facebook, Saturday night was my last shift at Ho-livier's Restaurant (name changed to protect the trifling) for the foreseeable future. I got an offer to teach 4 sections of Spanish 101 at the Colledge where I used to work, starting August 18. I initially rejected the offer, mostly based on the bad experience I had there previously. However, after another in a long string of restaurant shifts where I was scheduled to work & got sent home due to over-staffing, I reconsidered. I put my math phobia aside and looked at the money; teaching as an adjunct is not great pay, but it is consistent whereas the pay at Ho-livier's has been a crapshoot at best. I also considered how an MWF daytime teaching schedule would work with my Tuesday/Thursday schedule at the Med Skool. This is before I even tell you how much my body has been aching after those long restaurant shifts. However, I haven't forgotten all the nonsense that I went through at Colledge last time--not getting the 1st paycheck until the 2nd pay cycle, having problems with simple things like getting an email password, very little in the way of professional support from the department chair. So I'm kind of ambivalent about Colledge on one hand, but on the other, I'm glad to have a way out of the service industry. My last shift at Ho-livier's may not have been the worst one ever, but it definitely confirmed that leaving (or more precisely, not returning when the restaurant re-opens in a few weeks after maintenance) was the right decision.
I was assigned to the "good" section and so I started off thinking it was gonna be a cute last hurrah. Then I started getting tables & they were every waiter's worst nightmare. My first table was an older Midwestern couple who ordered a round of cocktails & told me they "were in no hurry" and that they were going to be ordering each course separately. Right about this time, a family of 5 took a 7-seat table--allegedly they were waiting for some other ppl who never showed. Actually only 3 of them arrived at 1st, an older lady and her 2 daughters in law. The lady's sons were parking, so I went to the table and offered them cocktails or wine, which they rejected out of hand. They also asked for some take-away menus as well, & it seemed to me like they were comparing those menus to the ones they'd been given by the hostess. The 3 of them sat around, looking at the menu, and after 10 minutes or so, the 2 gentlemen arrived. These men barely looked me in the face throughout the whole meal. I asked the table if they had any questions about the menu, and the matriarch asked for a recommendation between 2 of the dishes, and I gave it, and she said she'd most likely have the Vegetarian Pasta, but wasn't ready to order yet, so I let them have a few more minutes with the menus. I checked on the Aging Midwesterners, who finally ordered an appetizer to share & the gentleman ordered an Absolut Vodka Martini, "shaken not stirred" and then felt the need to tell me some story about how he & his wife had gone to some Absolut Bar someplace where everything was made of ice. I think I looked engaged and made some banter but honestly I could not for the life of me understand why he thought I needed to hear this. I went back to the family of 5 at the table for 7 and asked if they were still waiting on their other guests, and one of the daughters in law said she didn't feel like waiting any more & she was ready to order. I think I started with the Matriarch, she started SLOWLY asking me a ton of accusatory questions "How big is the Shrimp Scampi? I bet it's a small portion. Which one is bigger, the Crawfish Etouffee or the Shrimp Creole? What vegetables come with this? And that? And this other thing over here?" She ordered one thing, changed her mind & just paused for a minute and a half before ordering something else. I took the rest of the table's order, and actually one of the women ordered for her husband, since he couldn't be bothered to deal with me.
Did I mention that the kitchen was apparently out of all sorts of things? Apparently they ordered minimal supplies due to the planned closure, but this was really weird because there was initially only 1 actual menu item that was on the "86 list" but I noticed that the dishes didn't have certain things--for example, the mushroom appetizer is meant to be topped with fried leeks, but they were out of fried leeks & just sent the dish out without them. The steak is meant to be accompanied by potatoes & homemade steak sauce, but SURPRISE they were out of that stuff as well. Naturally, someone at the 5-top had ordered the steak. After this huge ordeal with the cooks, some potatoes were found, but of course they didn't start cooking those until the rest of the food was ready to go out. I was actually still waiting on one of the entrees as well, but my manager told me to run the rest of the food & he'd be right behind me with the last item. As I was dropping the food off at the table, I told the gentleman with the steak that the potatoes were coming right up, and I let the person whose entree was coming up that her stuff would be right there, and it showed up while I was putting down these people's entrees. This man started questioning me about where his potatoes were, and thankfully his wife said "He just told you they are coming right up." I went back to the kitchen in search of this man's sides.
This is the point where the hostess came & told me that they pulled out those damn paper menus they'd asked about before and started comparing the descriptions to what they actually had & someone noticed that they steak is meant to be accompanied by asparagus, which the kitchen clearly forgot--or prolly didn't know about. By some miracle, they had some asparagus & so I brought it to the gentleman, along with his potatoes, minus steak sauce. They didn't give me a whole ton of problems once everyone had all their food but they penalized me when it came time to pay--a $20 tip on a $217 check. Those old-ass Midwesterners didn't tip much better, and that pretty much set the tone for the whole evening. I had two foreign tables that left 10% tips, and only one good 4-top that had a decent size bill and they left an appropriate tip. It got crazy busy with large parties in our upstairs area at one point and the kitchen "crashed" so we had to stop taking tables for about half an hour. Once the kitchen was ready to go, it started to rain quite heavily, so there weren't too many more tables after that & the kitchen was out of so much stuff that we ended up taking the last table around 9 and putting up the "Closed" sign. That last table was mine--2 parents, 3 small kids, & me having to explain what we were out of. They were pleasant enough, and left a whopping $20 on a $137 check. Even though we closed an hour early, we still didn't actually get out of there til after 11, bones aching & bitterness in my heart.
Sigh. I guess you could say this week is my vacation, but actually it's just more unpaid time off. I have Tuesday & Thursday scheduled at the Med Skool, but I'm definitely stressing the money thing, as I'm already running short due to taking off a weekend for my baby sister's visit & my lil cousin's wedding in mid-July. Also, I'm not sure if Colledge is gonna keep me holding for 2 weeks on that 1st paycheck--my dept head says no, but a friend who works there says "prolly so." I guess we'll see, but damn it would sure be nice not to be livin on the edge like this.
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