Post by TequilaDo on Mar 23, 2008 19:41:27 GMT -8
Let me start off with a I now hate it.
Ok, let me get started. I woke up and 6:40 to get ready for work which I didn't think would be too bad, it was only a 8-2 shift. Oh boy was I wrong. Before we even opened up the restaurant people were already complaining. About random crap that we had no control over, such as heat, store next door's music, the water show not being on. Anyways, once the restaurant was finally opened, we were bombarded with little kids looking for eggs that didn't even exist!
By now it's about 9:30. Things were smooth sailing for about an hour, being that it was a buffet. (Thank heavens) Just as we were all getting comfortably in our "zone" the WHOLE restaurant decides to leave at the same time! (nothing happened, just they all got there at the same time, they all leave at the same time.) So us busboys are like HOLY FUCK. We had to clean up I think it's about 70-80 tables at once! We were mad dashing all over, I believe I broke about 6 cups during this time just trying to be Speedy Gonzalez. We finished. And just like the video games we all enjoy and love to play, a new wave of people.
It's afternoonish by now. My feet and back are already hurting, while I'm having trouble keeping awake due to the lack of sleep the night before. And we have to do this all over again! Which is worse every time.
2 O'clock spun around, and it was the best feeling of relief I've ever had in my life! I casually walk up to my manager and ask for the clock out card. No. He replies. I shattered. It was too busy for any of the busboys to leave. I asked what time I was to leave, and he says your closing. A wave of misery came and drowned me.
By 4pm I am hungry as fuck! But no, we can't eat until everybody is done with the buffet and the regular menu opens up. Again, I'm hurt. I believe that by now I purposely broke 7 cups and 2 plates. It gave me a bit of relief.
And I'm tired of writing and nobody will read this far so I'll shorten things up. That happens all night, everybody begs for early close. We get it. close at 7:30, home by 8. Permission to kill myself?
Ok, let me get started. I woke up and 6:40 to get ready for work which I didn't think would be too bad, it was only a 8-2 shift. Oh boy was I wrong. Before we even opened up the restaurant people were already complaining. About random crap that we had no control over, such as heat, store next door's music, the water show not being on. Anyways, once the restaurant was finally opened, we were bombarded with little kids looking for eggs that didn't even exist!
By now it's about 9:30. Things were smooth sailing for about an hour, being that it was a buffet. (Thank heavens) Just as we were all getting comfortably in our "zone" the WHOLE restaurant decides to leave at the same time! (nothing happened, just they all got there at the same time, they all leave at the same time.) So us busboys are like HOLY FUCK. We had to clean up I think it's about 70-80 tables at once! We were mad dashing all over, I believe I broke about 6 cups during this time just trying to be Speedy Gonzalez. We finished. And just like the video games we all enjoy and love to play, a new wave of people.
It's afternoonish by now. My feet and back are already hurting, while I'm having trouble keeping awake due to the lack of sleep the night before. And we have to do this all over again! Which is worse every time.
2 O'clock spun around, and it was the best feeling of relief I've ever had in my life! I casually walk up to my manager and ask for the clock out card. No. He replies. I shattered. It was too busy for any of the busboys to leave. I asked what time I was to leave, and he says your closing. A wave of misery came and drowned me.
By 4pm I am hungry as fuck! But no, we can't eat until everybody is done with the buffet and the regular menu opens up. Again, I'm hurt. I believe that by now I purposely broke 7 cups and 2 plates. It gave me a bit of relief.
And I'm tired of writing and nobody will read this far so I'll shorten things up. That happens all night, everybody begs for early close. We get it. close at 7:30, home by 8. Permission to kill myself?
