Category: Beloved Co-workers

I had to have a meeting yesterday afternoon with the hostess with the leastess and the general manager (GM), per the GM’s request. Another, more minor confrontation had occurred. “Can you work together?” he wanted to know. I looked at her sad, bassett hound expression across the table. She wiped a tear. “No need to…

Although most of the slacker co-workers I wrote about in an earlier post have fled, the manager in charge of host hiring snuck another one in on us. He is of the opinion, I guess, that a warm body is better than no body when short staffed. I disagree, but I am not a manager.…

Religion alert. If you are a Catholic, or even an Episcopalian, you will get this immediately. If you are neither, well, it’s all innocent fun. The coffee shop across the street started selling “nostalgia” candy this week–Boston Baked Beans and the like. I couldn’t help myself. I bought a roll of Necco Wafers. (For those…

The host staff I work with ranges in age from 19 to 26, with the exception of the other daytime maitre ‘d, who is my age. One of the 21-year-olds we work with has nicknamed him Grandpa. When I told her that must make me “Grandma,” she replied, “Oh no! Remember, you’re only 34!” Uh,…