diaryofacrazyworker

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When someone asks for a hand...

All by yourself... you don’t need me....

#Confessions of a restaurant worker #diary of a crazy worker

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When they send it back...

Because it doesn’t taste right...

#Confessions of a restaurant worker #elle #kitchen problems

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WHEN EVERYONE WHO WORKED LUNCH SHIFT IS LEAVING BUT I’M WORKING A DOUBLE

#me

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When you walk by customers with sizzling food and they do the thing...

I get the biggest kick out of seeing your faces, I’m about to do it again...

#Confessions of a restaurant worker #faith #food #food service

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When you come home, smelling like work...

#Because it happened again #elle #ewwwww #Confessions of a restaurant worker

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WHEN I GET CALLED INTO WORK ON MY DAY OFF AND WE WIND UP NOT BEING THAT BUSY

#OASDFALSDF #THIS!!!! #server problems #Confessions of a restaurant worker #faith

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What's worse to clean? Your dining room or your kitchen?

Oh fuck yeah! I’m answering this! THE FUCKING KITCHEN! GOD DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED. Everytime i’m on dish, I swear I might murder someone. The dishes always have to be extra scrubbed, yal’s silverwear sucks, and the filters over the grill and such are disgusting even though I washed them yesterday. The waitress’ will tell you, the dinning room is the worst, but trust me... it’s the kitchen. The tile has to be scrubbed, every last utensil has to be cleaned and put away, and don’t say cleaning the grill isn’t hard. That fucker is 375 degrees of oil and broken dreams, it takes atleast 20 minutes alone to clean if you’re not doing other things. 

So... yeah.... Kitchen!

-Cody

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When racist bob comes in and insults my cooks

#Elle #being management #people suck #what does his being latino have to do with how well he cooks FUCKING PASTA! #shit dick #Confessions of a restaurant worker

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When a coworker complains about their weekend shift

#HAHAHAHAHAH! #I have saturday off #bwahahaha #sucks to be you #Confessions of a restaurant worker #samuel

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When the cooks ask why I called for them...

Seriously... what else do you think I called you back for? Now I need that!

#Server issues #short people problems #elle #Confessions of a restaurant worker

[diaryofacrazyworker]

Grace: I can just feel he's gonna say some dumb shit like "you missed .35 ounces of ciabatta roll"

Grace:....

Grace: we count them by bag you dick!!!!

#grace #shit that is said in my restaurant #Confessions of a restaurant worker

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When taxes take your whole paycheck

#waiter paychecks #ugh #server problems #Confessions of a restaurant worker

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EVERY TIME I GO BACK TO THE KITCHEN AND SOMEHOW WIND UP RUNNING THAT SAME SERVER’S FOOD

I’M JUST LIKE:

#HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA #IT'S ED FOR ME #THE FUCKING ED25 #Confessions of a restaurant worker

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When they leave their snotty tissues on the plate/table

Like seriously, I saw you blow your nose into it, then you didn’t even have the decency to ball it up.... thanks....

#dish boy #fuck my life #cody #Confessions of a restaurant worker

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For Elle: What's the worst shift you've ever worked?

YES! OKAY! STORY TIME! 

So the worst shift I’ve ever worked, we were setting up for a normal monday night. Shouldn’t have been hard, we should have been fine, nothing too bad. Except was I dead wrong... FML

Okay, what happened, is we had a new girl, who wasn’t really new. She worked at another one of our sister restaurants, but transferred for family. Anywho, she warns me ahead of time she’s allergic to certain spices we have in the kitchen and she feels kinda funny. So I go get her epi-pen and put it where she can get it easily, but not where it’ll get in the way of anything. 

NOT THIRTY MINUTES AFTER THAT! I’m putting in orders to the POS system, when I hear the worst sound possible. “Hey Sa-” and then there is scuffling, door slamming, the sound of something being stabbed, and a short scream. I whip around and there is my new girl, lying in the background behind me, passed out on the floor. Her Epi-pen is rolling on the ground, my only other cook is standing there like a fucking Emu, clueless as what to do, and my server is dancing back and forth, looking to me as to what to do. 

So needless to say, after I’ve call the EMT’s, brought her back to consciousness, got my kitchen in order while I’m on the phone with 911, who is asking me all these questions I don’t know the answer to, I’m down a cook and working with servers who are wiggin’ out. Then a dinner rush decides to hit us, right when the EMT’s are trying to cart her limp body out. (She’s not dead, just unable to move or look straight, or breathe well. She kinda looks like a puffed up red balloon and it’s not helping that she’s wheezing)  When another manager comes in, cause I’ve texted her with ‘SOS, HELP.... ME....MOTHERFUCKER!’  And her first words are... I shit you not...

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deep breaths…

#HA AHAHAHAHAHAHAH #Story of my life #faith #waitress #server things #Confessions of a restaurant worker

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Look, I’ve never spit in anyones food. I’ve never purposely fucked up peoples food because of rude people. But trust me when I say, if you’re a psychotic person demanding impossible things, I will find every possible way to make your perfect service HELL!

omg

#Server problems #waitress #Confessions of a restaurant worker