Beware the tired waiter
Manuel and the Energizer Bunnydo not confuse one for the other.....
"Excuse me, what?"
"You've missed a bit, there, near that corner" She was pointing at the corner closest to herself with a very tanned index finger. The sort of finger that holidays 4 times a year I guessed. The sort of finger that's never done a decent days work in it's life, unless you count signing Visa slips as work. I can tell a lot from a persons finger........
I had been at work for about eleven and a half hours by this point and wasn't really in the mood for table cleaning advice from Mrs-Late-Supper-with-no-Booking. Not in the mood at all.
"Thanks...." I said through very gritted teeth "...I'm just a bit tired, been here from early this morning." I wasn't trying to engage Mrs-Late-Supper-with-no-Booking in conversation, I was just being polite. But she had other ideas.
"Tired!?..." She said in a rather dramatic and very condescending manner. "...you shouldn't be working in this industry if you are going to get tired! I used to work in a hotel years ago and blah blah blah blah blah.........."
I didn't hear anything after the first remark about whether or not I was allowed to feel tired.
WHAT?
HAVE YOU BEEN TUGGING ON THE CRACK PIPE?
ARE YOU FROM THE 1800's WHEN THE HELP KNEW IT'S PLACE?
I resisted the urge to stab/launch a verbal volley. "Yes madam you are, of course, right."
Moments later she had the bill in her hand, not that she had requested it. Which of course she passed to the guy with her. She looked a little peeved. She put her coat on, which bore a striking resemblance to a zebra (animal print is always classy. Ha!) and left. She never even said goodbye. Must have been tired.
Waiters are mortal beings. If you cut us do we not bleed? (if you cut me you had better be ready to do so bleeding of your own) If we work for 12/13 hours at a time do we not get tired? Especially if we work for 12/13 hours at a time and then go home and write about it for an hour or two. I get tired, and when I get tired I get snappy. Beware the tired waiter.......
"Thanks...." I said through very gritted teeth "...I'm just a bit tired, been here from early this morning." I wasn't trying to engage Mrs-Late-Supper-with-no-Booking in conversation, I was just being polite. But she had other ideas.
"Tired!?..." She said in a rather dramatic and very condescending manner. "...you shouldn't be working in this industry if you are going to get tired! I used to work in a hotel years ago and blah blah blah blah blah.........."
I didn't hear anything after the first remark about whether or not I was allowed to feel tired.
WHAT?
HAVE YOU BEEN TUGGING ON THE CRACK PIPE?
ARE YOU FROM THE 1800's WHEN THE HELP KNEW IT'S PLACE?
I resisted the urge to stab/launch a verbal volley. "Yes madam you are, of course, right."
Moments later she had the bill in her hand, not that she had requested it. Which of course she passed to the guy with her. She looked a little peeved. She put her coat on, which bore a striking resemblance to a zebra (animal print is always classy. Ha!) and left. She never even said goodbye. Must have been tired.
Waiters are mortal beings. If you cut us do we not bleed? (if you cut me you had better be ready to do so bleeding of your own) If we work for 12/13 hours at a time do we not get tired? Especially if we work for 12/13 hours at a time and then go home and write about it for an hour or two. I get tired, and when I get tired I get snappy. Beware the tired waiter.......
