The Phone Booth

I have never understood people who come to work, but have no interest in hustling while on the clock. My philosophy is that since I am doing the time, I might as well do the crime. I make every effort to take our customers money. Several of my cocktail waitresses have an entirely different view on the subject. They prefer to come in and spend as much time as possible in the back of the house. After all, they have much more important things to do than work. With all the idle gossip, the constant text messaging, eating, and sneaking in a glass of wine on the side…who has time to wait on tables? So with my staff in the back, probably doing each others nails, a gentleman approached me conveying he would be hosting a small party of ten people in a few minutes out on our patio. He wanted some bubbles to celebrate a special occasion. I talked him into two bottles Perrrier Jouet Grand Brut and told him I would send them out right away. Now I had to track down a server. Sure enough they were in the back super-glued to their cell phones. They might as well bring in a laptop so they can watch movies in between ignoring customers. I told the waitress that a person in her section had ordered two bottles of champagne and at to expect about ten more guests. In return for my efforts, I received a look of disgust, followed with the stupidest reply I could possibly expect…”Oh, do you want me to bring them out?” No that’s ok, just catch up on Facebook, and I will take care of your section until you feel obligated to actually work. It’s hard to believe in these tough economic times, I have to literally force feed business to some of my fellow employees.