Don’t you hate it when you’re 100% correct, but because you have no power in the situation, you’re 100% wrong? I mean, it’s so funny that the concept of right and wrong is more about what the boss man wants or doesn’t want.
Like the other day, Donald hired a new busser named Lucy. She came into work wearing four inch heels, a tight black mini skirt, and open white blouse. Even though she had smooth, long legs, melon breast, and a coca cola bottle figure—mmm—there’s no reason for her to wear those clothes. Normally women bussers wear black slacks, a white Shelly Sholes polo shirt, and tennis shoes because we run and get dirty a lot. Also, women bussers have their hair tied up and out of the way. However, Lucy bragged to the server that she got her hair premed before the shift. Oh and by the way, she got no training days! Normally every busser gets three days of training with no tips the day after training. This way the busser could learn everything about the restaurant and see if he’s good enough for this restaurant. But for not reason I can find, she got to bus as if she’s finished training. Of course, if she doesn’t know anything, I have to tell her. Once again, I have to pretend like I don’t care so she doesn’t bother me.
“Nick,” Lucy said, like a helpless school girl, “I don’t know where the rags are for the tables, you need to tell me where they are or you can just get them for me.”
“You finished training. Why am I telling you anything? You should know were everything is by now.”
“Well just tell me where it is you can point it to me.”
I pointed to a red bucket labled sanctification which was under a computer terminal two feet from where she was standing.
“Oh my God, I didn’t see that,” she giggled, “Okay, so can you get the bus tray on the table over there. I can’t lift it?” She pointed to a table way out somewhere, but I couldn’t make it out. That’s why we have table numbers at this restaurant.
“Why can’t you get your own tray?”
“Oh it was too heavy for me.” She gave me puppy dog eyes and rubbed my arm.
I rolled my eyes at her. “Too heavy? In training you’d learn that if you can’t lift a bus tray, you can’t be a busser. I haven’t heard a busser in my life tell me a tray was too heavy, go do his job. We would just make two or three trips. Again, something you’d learn if you had training.”
“Look, I didn’t need training, ok.”
“Why are we having this conversation?”
While putting her hand on her hip, she growled. “Well at least wipe the table for me.”
“I don’t owe you anything. If you had training you’d know we don’t revolve around you.”
She growled. “I just need help. God, don’t get an attitude about it.”
I pointed to tables on the left half of the restaurant. “That’s my section.” I pointed the the right side of the restaurant. “that’s your section. I bus my section, you bus your section. Unless I get half your tips, don’t expect me to do favors for you just because you think you’re pretty and everything. It don’t work out like that.” >
Donald walked through, as Lucy quickly stopped him, “You told me, Donald, that Nicholas was going to help me on my first day. I asked him to show me everything and to carry a tray for me, but he just got mad and gave me an attitude.”
Donald turned to me, “Nick, it’s her first day, I’m going to need you to show her everything you know.”
I screamed, “What! Why am I showing her anything? She’s good enough, according to you dumbass, to not need training. She should be good enough to know everything there is to know. And yet I have to show her the lay out of the restaurant, how to buss a table, tell her what servers needed—in other words, everything I would have told a trainee! If you think she’s good enough to skip all that, then as far as I’m concerned, she knows all that. I’m not tellin’ her nothing.”
Donald took a deep breath, “Look, it’s her first day. Cut her some slack and help her.”
As Lucy looked at me with a victory smile, I stepped closer to Donald. “Why the hell are you caving for this trainee? You must be getting head for her or something.”
Lucy and Donald looked at me in disgust. Donald said, “Look, I just need you to do what I need you to do and that is help her out.”
I started laughing. “So I get it, you just trying to get yours to night. You just trying to be a man. I understand—”
“Nick, please—”
“No, no, no, because I get it now. You wife isn’t putting out, you meet Lucy on the corner, or maybe she’s your wife’s cousin. Anyhow, she gave you the best two minutes of your life and you figured ‘hey if I gave her a crappy job that she’d hate, maybe I can get these two minutes one or twice a week. Maybe even at work? In the fridge.’ Who knows. Now I think about it, I ain’t too mad at you. I imagine it’s tiring to have to lock the manager door every time you want read magazines with a palm full of Vaseline. What better way then to have this little easy piece of meat. You was just being what you thought a man was. It’s cool. It’s cool. I just gotta know, how good was it?”
“Nick!” Donald yelled.
“I’m just saying she’s pretty thin, hope she doesn’t give you paper cuts. But then again, it’s only two minutes, guess she couldn’t mess up too much, you know.”
Just then, the district manager, Robert, walked into Shelly Sholes to do his week walk through. Lucy ran to him and gave him a kiss, saying, “Hello Daddy, I love you.” Are you kidding, Robert forced Donald to hire his daughter. I looked at Donald who gave me a look that said ‘the man who has me by the balls has my hands tied.’ At that point I realized no matter how right I am, I was dead wrong.
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