Manager: “So, I’ve noticed you’ve done a few strange things lately in terms of your priorities during service.”
Cheer: “Uhhhh, like what?”
Manager: “Well, for example, last night you asked me for a stapler during the middle of service. Then you had the gall to ask the host to find you a stapler when I didn’t bother looking or telling you I didn’t have time.”
Cheer: “I’m not sure what you’re getting at here. You’re a manager. You’re here to assist in service and sort out shitty problems.”
Manager: “No, Cheer. You’re completely mistaken. My true job here is to make more money than you, talk to you like you’re mentally challenged, do as little as possible, and degrade you at every opportunity.”
Cheer: “Oh. I’m sorry. I was terribly misguided.”
Manager: “So, when I’m on the floor doing nothing and you ask me for something, it’s really cutting into my doing nothing. Sometimes it’s interfering with my drinking of wine and eating of food which you cannot have.”
Cheer: “Wouldn’t want to interrupt your gourmet meal and fancy wine party.”
Manager: “So, I’d really like it if you would find your own staplers and quit bothering me.”
Cheer: “OK. I hate you.”
Manager: “Good. Then this has been a successful waste of your time.”
I’m so glad you’re unemployed Cheer.
I am LOLing my ass off right now. I mean seer-ee-us-lee.
I am here to refute the fact that management ever makes even close to as much as servers unless you work at mickey d’s. supporting evidence = my empty bank account.
Katie, generally, I agree. But at this restaurant, I’d put money on the fact that they were making more than me. Also, I’m going to go ahead and presume that GM’s always make more than servers.