Aren't we ALL a bit BIpolar?!?

So the other day I was ready to go to work...I was even in a good mood.

And when I get there...BAM...Jay Sam told me that I had ANOTHER complaint against my shift.

The complainers said that someone yelled at them....well sort of...

We sort of have a legacy for building CHAMPIONS & ROCKSTARS at our store.

We have one guy that went on to do some stuff with a D1 Football team that was in visiting us...TADD. We also had Fat, who worked there back in the day. Then the rockstars Blair and Frisby were in as well.

I was on the other side of the restaurant when the alleged guests entered the restaurant. One of the old schoolers at the bar made a shitty comment very loudly to the guests...

My guess is that it was Fat. He really doesn't have a sensor.

The guests wound up leaving.

I locked the door that night and went home to spend Thanksgiving with my family.

The complaint went a little something like this...

Blah blah blah...bullshit bullshit bullshit...they screamed at me and the hostess smirked at us. The hostess locked the door as a guest's hand was reaching for it on the outside and smirked again. Blah blah blah...bullshit bullshit bullshit.

The thing that sucks is that they hostess that was working that night was brand new...she hasn't had a chance to be bitter yet.

They were talking about me. Because I am young they mistake me for a host lots of times. And I did none of the things that were proclaimed.

So you can imagine the damper that put on my shift...whatever...

Then the next day I come in...THE NEXT DAY.

It is raining cats and dogs.

I am told that 87 was leaking.

I approached the table and let them know that the table they were sitting at sometimes leaks...I offered them to move, but the asshole sitting at the booth informed me that he was already eating.

UMMMM...so you would rather get splashed with water than move to another table?!?

Whatever...

I told them my name and that I would be happy to move them if they changed their minds.

I was strolling my the front and the asshole handed me my own business card and demanded I write the corporate number on the back of it.

Had he used his pea-brain he would have seen it on the reciept...but I got him one anyways.

FOUR FN complaints in one month...why am I doing this to myself.

This asshole took my night from great...to Oh great...in a matter of seconds.

And people wonder why restaurant managers are so nuts...

Our ear pieces make us schizophrenic and our guests make us bipolar.

I gotta get outta here!!!