V Hudge loves The Daily Grill.... and sensible shoes, it looks like.
After a year+ working at the Grill in Irvine I have officially hung up my apron. When I couldn't find a job anywhere in Orange I ventured outside my comfort zone and into the restaurant business.
Started as a host, and let me say no one in the restaurant (spell check keeps fixing how I spell restaurant. I still can't spell that word to save my life) looked as good in a suit as I did. I rocked that host stand.
Things I learned as a host:
Hosts work fucking hard. They're more than just skinny blonde bitches in tight clothes. Aside from being the face of the restaurant, we're the manager's right hand. That being said- once you are seated do NOT complain to me. Do NOT yell at the host when something goes wrong. Once your ass is in a a chair, I am not the man to see. Just because I'm wearing a suit and assist the manager does not make me a manager. I don't get paid enough to listen to you yell.
Hosts work fucking hard. They're more than just skinny blonde bitches in tight clothes. Aside from being the face of the restaurant, we're the manager's right hand. That being said- once you are seated do NOT complain to me. Do NOT yell at the host when something goes wrong. Once your ass is in a a chair, I am not the man to see. Just because I'm wearing a suit and assist the manager does not make me a manager. I don't get paid enough to listen to you yell.
Also dabbled in Take-out:
Don't be a bumbling idiot on the phone.
Don't make the poor person working the phones read you the entire menu, they have more things to do than that.
TIP god damn it. You think they're doing this because they like it? They do everything. They take your order, input it, make sure it's right. Check you out. They're just like your waiter. TIP.
Finally worked up to server:
Things I learned as server. I shouldn't serve. I don't like it. Unfortunately the money was too good. Be nice to your waiter. They do a lot. It's not their fault if the kitchen fucks up. Tip them too. Tip them well. They deserve it.
Do NOT give them fake 100s because then they become VERY unhappy.
Recommendations:
Cobb Club Sandwich
Steak Salad
Chicken Piccata
Banana Cream Pie
But alas I digress. I just couldn't stay locked in Orange County any more. So now begins the temp. job hunt in LA. Wish me luck.
P.S. Shout out to Katie, my server counterpart who kept me sane. I owe her a drink.
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