server
Establishment: fiddlesticks
Location: greenwich ave, manhattan
total waste of time. you have to pool your tips with other incompetent and retarded servers/bartenders, and the dickwad managers try to take the rest, in what capacity they can. the rotting wood everywhere smells like shit, and it seems that every menu, chair, and placemat is sticky with their tacky and cheap kir royale offerings, of course attacting tons of fruitflies and the like.
then there’s the owner, a blonde irish woman. total bitch that obviously has tons of issues in her life, i.e. lack of sex, and takes it out on all of those "lower" than her, in this classic, text book example. terrible and demeaning. problem is she also lives upstairs from the establishment (and parks her tacky SUV out front), so there’s no telling when she’ll show. and godforbid you ever smoke a cigarette outide, working or not- she’ll fire you on the spot, I’m told.
rather than deal with her catty presence and trashy personality, i walked out mid-shift. also, poor clientele tips like shit and mostly tourists. not worth a day. made out with a bottle of tequila since i never got paid for my last shift. if you do find yourself stuck in the unfortunate position of working here (there’s really no excuse after reading this, but they are ALWAYS hiring because no one can put up with their shit), i recommend you pocket as many cash tips as you can before the pooling process- this made me feel much better. hopefully they just end up closing or, even better, the health department makes a suprise visit…
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