Short Timers

I have a serious case of short timers syndrome. My last day as a manager is Saturday, the 24 of January. That’s next Saturday! I’m so excited. I am so tired of dealing with crappy workers and rude guests.

I had a guest last night that refused to pay for her steak because;  her medium rare steak wasn’t charred on the outside, called her server a bitch becuase she got her drink wrong, (she was a mumbler and even I couldn’t understand what she ws saying). The two men at the table kept apologizing for her behavior. It was awesome.

It was alo a treat for me to call the sheriffs department to come to the restaurant, because we have a transient that comes into the restaurant everynight and goes to sleep in a booth. I told him he couldn’t sleep there but he pretended to be asleep and not hear me.  He was in the foyer for 3 hours, sleeping.

I had an employee that had 4 different tables complain about her, in a row. I had to discipline her with documentation and a good talking to. She didn’t care and just said she had a bad night. Really, WTF?

I don’t understand that mentality and don’t want to deal with it any longer. I’m going to stay home, do my blogging and do my darndest to make sure my kids aren’t miserable brats when they grow up.

I am going to stay on and bar tend one day a week, just for the social aspect oft he job.  The lure of the extra cash that I can bring home every week is hard to resist. It should be interesting to see how all the hourlies act when I become one of them. It’s like coming back from the dark-side.

My point? My dedication at work right now is very suspect. My attitude is very “let’s have fun at work”, which is normal, but now it’s definitely “on”.

I’m tired of being in charge, I just want to do my job and go home now. I want to be with my kids and be an active part of their lives.