10:40 P.M.
I heard him walk up behind me. He spoke with his high-pitched French accent, "Kelleeeeeeeey, I want you to know that you are doing a good job. I am trusting you. You are in charge. Today you are the head waiter on the floor. This is a big step for you."
I shrugged and rolled my eyes as he walked away.
Yippy skippi!
I'm the head waitress today and I'm on a double.
Great....
I'm not in charge. I'm just responsible for anyone else working on the floor today. So when something goes wrong Captain Franco-American can pin the blame on me.
Today went smooth until stupid Steve showed up. He always throws a great mess into the already massive confusion of the unorganized dinning room.
He's one of the messiest servers I have ever worked with. He just leaves dirty dishes, rags, and trash all over the place. He literally throws trash anywhere.
I got out somewhat earlier than expected. Once the clock hit nine, no one wondered in the restaurant. After 9:20 the manager on staff sent me home...
Hmmmmmm..... "Head Waiter." What does that word really mean?
Am I more today than I was just yesterday?
I still feel like the same little,
Kelleeeeeeey!
