Category: Beloved Co-workers

Somebody help me here. In the end, who’s happier? Management: Long hours, longer weeks, much weight on one’s shoulders. Worker Bee: Fewer hours, stricter schedule, shoulders know no weight. Management: Those above you question your ability to manage. Those below you question your ability to manage. Worker Bee: You can bitch all you want about…

The Mood is none too subtle. It starts with a stride, continues with a hard pull on the door handle, and ends with a set to the jaw. Maybe even a twitch in the lower cheek. I speak of myself. I speak of Chef. I speak of my GM. All around me are familiar faces.…

The first full week of dinner service is done. Not too shabby. Numbers steadily rose throughout the week. Great night tonight, er, Saturday night. Now that it’s officially Sunday, I realize I’ve already started my day off! My day off to pay bills, ponder the laundry, and walk for miles–rain or shine, I don’t care.…

The couple at table 319 expected to have a romantic, perfect dinner. Instead, she pouted, not because she didn’t like her dinner, but because her husband didn’t expect the type of menu we served. I alerted my GM that they needed another touch, and he promptly served two flutes of champagne to them. She still…

If you don’t know what I am talking about, you are too young to be reading this. If you do know what it is, you were a pain-in-the-ass teenager, weren’t you? Not that I would know. One of the perks us cool managers get are these tiny parking stickers so we don’t have to pay…

Our first day of “real” mock service was, to say the least, an eye opener. I already know one host has to go. I am pretty sure one of the servers is history, maybe two. The food was unbelievable–that is, great. The FOH sucked–that is, my realm. No, we weren’t the worst we could be.…

“Hmmm. What’s happening out there?” I smiled, watching a young couple on the sidewalk outside our restaurant. They were young 20-somethings. She hugged him. He twirled her a half turn. She lightly punched his shoulder. He laughed. She pouted. He pretended to walk away. She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward her. She hugged…

Restaurant Gal and Restaurant Gal Daughter proudly present THE PODIUM IN PICTURES Masterfully depicted as only Restaurant Gal Daughter’s Barbie collection can tell the tale. Disclaimer: Restaurant Gal Daughter’s Barbie collection may not necessarily or accurately reflect the full range of ages, races, and hair styles of the host staff or of the restaurant’s customers.…

Very busy today, but we handled it. Restaurant Gal Daughter and I dressed almost alike in lots of blue, a touch of white, and we painted our nails red. We never did this when she was younger. Actually, we never dressed alike–ever–until today. Good Lord, what has happened to us? But, in its way, it…

“Nah, we won’t be busy today,” my counterpart told me. “We only have 30 reservations in the book.” “Even though it’s almost like a holiday weekend?” I challenged. My counterpart knows a lot, but I was pretty sure he was wrong about this. “Nope. People are off work, and the fireworks crowd won’t be around…