Work should be interesting though. It's Steve and I closing yet again (same as it's been for the past two Sundays) with George there until midnight, and if things go at all as they did yesterday, I'll be thoroughly annoyed and disgusted with Steve by the end of the night. I ended up starting off yesterday by washing all the dishes, which he didn't say so much as one word to me about, so I figured he was glad they were getting done. Then after that I moved up into the middle to work on prep, and eventually caught up to where I should've started frying things. One of the questions I asked him was "How many pans of nachos do you want done?" because there was only one backup left. Both his and James' response? "They can do those in the morning." Right, guys. Did you even hear what you just said? That's exactly how so many dishes get piled up at the back that it takes me roughly two hours to catch them all up. Day / supper people saying "The closers can do those later." No. We have no choice but to do what's there when we come in, but that does not mean the supper people should not touch them at all. Mind you, they actually both explained their reasoning as that Ang was coming in at 9 or something to do prep alone, which is fine just by itself and everything, but there are still two problems with that. Number one, put yourself in her position. Would you not like to come in one morning and see that things are done for you? Nobody, bar nobody was hired for any one specific position at that place. Then secondly, what makes you so certain Ang will show up tomorrow? Yeah, I know, one would expect her to, but what happens if she calls in sick? Here's a decent rule of thumb: treat even the slightest amount of concern as a very real possibility. Anyways, I expect them to have not been happy about that this morning, that still leaves what I'm disgusted with Steve about. As noted several times before, we have to wear gloves when making food now. Simple enough, and everybody seems to be used to it, but that doesn't excuse you, Steve, from picking up several fingerfuls of cheese during the middle of our bar rush, sticking them into your mouth, and apparently not even having the thought to change your gloves. In view of the customers, at that.
There are still more details then that as well, but last time I had something like this to write about, I ended up posting it over here, and will thus do the same again now. It doesn't feel quite right, I will admit, but it's better than keeping everything here and effectively writing about nothing but work. Like I said before, hopefully tonight goes better~