Alright. Its boxing night. There are only four tables per girl, and all of the tables are coming in to stay for at least four hours. That means that each girl is getting four tables all night. Get it? Absolutely zero table turnover. Some customers get this and tip accordingly but some just sit and drink and have a cheap bill and tip according to that and not according to the actual time they took up space. Whatever though I hear UFC nights are better-which is good we have one coming up this Saturday so hopefully it will be good!
It’s about 9 o clock and 3 guys and a girl come in and ask for a table. Nothing wrong with that, I take them on over. Then more and more of their friends come rushing in. A total of 14 people squeezing into two small tables. I am still totally nice though. I take their orders and drink orders and ID everyone and all that stuff. I think its going great. They are a bit of a pain, they are the customer you see that waves their arms like a flailing duck to get my attention even though I am heading over to their table already. Whatever. They stayed about 4 hours and ran my ass off like crazy. But every time I got annoyed I would just think ‘hey their bill is pretty high they should tip pretty good’ and I would be cool with it. Well it gets time for me to be cut from the floor –which means im going home-and I go over and give them their bill so I can tab them out. I smile when I see it because its about $187 so I think yay good tip! They pay and I go grab their receipt that says how much they tipped and my heart drops……..
I got $0….not even a fucking penny. I just ran all over the store for four hours and I get fucking nothing. I had that awful feeling in my throat that I get right before I know I am about to start bawling like a flippin baby. So I try to just shake it off, but I am horrible at hiding my emotions so everyone can tell something is wrong and as each new girl figures out what happened they all get furious for me. Cuz they all freaken saw me running around all night bringing their shit. I was soooo mad. Seriously ruined my night, at that point I didn’t even give a shit I just cashed out and took my whole $40 I made that night and peaced the fuck out of there. Sucks for them though cuz since they screwed me over the other girls refused to wait on them, like seriously refused. The manager had to tell them to go cuz it was too late to drink anymore anyways and no other girl would help them. It was kinda sweet but I was seriously so mad I didn’t give two shits anymore I just left. Not even my darling R (my favorite cook in the kitchen who is my new favorite person ever, he is hilarious and is just there to chat when its dead and helps me constantly) could cheer me up.
Ughhhhhh. People suck.
Alright rant over.