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restaurant life: the backwards state of things

Thanksgiving Dinner
completely unrelated to the rest of this post.

The backwards state of things.

Today, it has been two weeks since I walked out of my job.

While I am stressing out about the pay cut I took and how in the world I am going to make ends meet now, I was just given another reason to breathe deeply, and feel confident in the decision I made.

I mentioned in my post last week that the company I was working for constantly fails to promote and reward the employees who show initiative. I'm not sure if I told you about the people they did move up... 

There was another server in the store when I started, I'm going to call him "Adam". On several occasions I would be cooking while he was taking care of customers, and it drove me insane. If you've ever worked in a restaurant you are already familiar with his type; lazy, discourteous, only doing the bare minimum amount of work possible. Regular customers frequently complained to me when he was the one in the front of house. The most frequent topic was his tendency to stand at the counter, slouched over, with his boxers visible several inches above his pants. 

One day I was up to my elbows in dishes, and when I asked if he could carry a stack of clean plates back up front with him he snarkly replied,

     "Well, you could have carried them up there when you washed them."

A loud and heated argument followed, with much profanity.

The point of me telling you that story is that this morning when Jonathan arrived at work (in the same terrible restaurant) he discovered that this same pathetic individual is now the acting general manager for the store. The guy customers complained about, who stood around with his ass hanging out, that was too lazy to carry a stack of plates to the buffet for his own tables to use. That's the backwards progression of things in many companies out there; the hard workers are overlooked, often for petty, easily corrected reasons (Jonathan was not moved up because his goatee was too long, though no one told him this until we became frustrated and asked.) while the ones who smooth talk and fake their way into favor by the ones upstairs, so to speak, are rewarded. 

Living the american dream, right here.

I want to know, has anyone else been through a similar situation?

Until next time,
Angela Kelly
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