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aravain -> RE: tipping (2/28/2009 1:39:48 AM)
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That's why the servers loved me when I worked... if we were slammed to that point, not only would I bus the tables (which wasn't my job, it was theirs, actually), but I would also make sure that drinks were kept up on those drinking water and soda pop in sections that I knew were getting less attention. I was earning minimum wage at the time, too, and they weren't... I was doing it expressly because I knew how horrible it could be if they didn't get the right amount of tips!
This was in addition to deep cleaning the floors in the back, the shelves in the walk-ins, and doing all the dishes at the same time. I had a great system going.
That's probably my second most favorite job I've ever had... well, except for emptying the deep sink [:'(] Usually had to do that twice a night and lemme tell you it smells groooooooss. There was also that one time a girl thought it was funny to smear her feces all over the woman's rest room (and she wasn't even drunk or high) :( That made me unhappy.
Overall, it was a good job. I quickly got raises that others working there for two or more years before me hadn't managed to even be considered for, and I was put on extremely often (though one time I had some trouble making the manager understand that when I said I could work 20 hours on such and such week, I *actually* meant 20, not 25 or 27)
But getting back to the point, I took pride in the work. If a customer was unhappy, it wasn't just the server's fault, it was mine and the cooks', and the other servers' and the manager on duty's fault in my eyes.
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