Poster's Story Title:   Only if you like Abuse!! Name Of Establishment:   Michael's Location:   55th b/w 5th and 6th Story:   Love to constantly be criticized, yelled at and/or grilled? Want to work for a douchey GM with an undeserved sense of entitlement, who wears a Prince Valiant haircut accessorized with a treble-clef earring (s**t you not) and takes out his inner rage over not realizing his own dreams on his waiters by constantly yelling/cursing at them and generally treating them like senseless half-wits? Here at Michael's, we can promise you 7 solid shifts a week and then give you 2. Armed with a 20 table section a shift...you can haphazardly sharpen your skills by waiting on some of the most high-maintenance clientele in NYC!!! We ask that you call in everyday before your shift so we can tell you whether you're working or not. NOTHING is guaranteed so don't make any plans! We offer no benefits, no respect and a generally abusive workplace. Must have a strong back since you will be doing a lot of heavy lifting as you move tables and chairs downstairs daily to make room for our steady schedule of private parties. Plus, you get to do all of this while looking like a complete tool in your time-warp pink Polo shirt, diagonal-striped tie and white apron!! Tre-chic! Only true gluttons for punishment need apply... or Mexicans. Response Story:   No shit! I trained at this fucking hellhole two years ago and the memory is still very sharp indeed. I remember that you are yelled at like you are a child and are treated like you are a third class citizen in another country. To make matters worse you are right about not being able to have a life and are required to marry your job there and making no money in the process. What a fucking joke, right? I remember the GM as being an overweight, middle-aged and hostile guy that berated me after my first day of work. I agree that the uniforms are so twenty years ago. And also the computer system or should I say lackthereof is highly questionable. When I was told that I had to remember every key on the computer because the owner is too cheap to purchase a modernized touch computer like the rest of the country. I knew after my first shift that this place was going to be too brutal. All of the employees seemed overworked and bitter. And a majority of the clientele thinks that their shit does not stink and that ther are infallible. Need I say more. This place SUCKS! It reminds me of taking off a stinky sock and wanting to gasp for breath. That duche of a GM is probally still there and hating life. How sad is that? Not my problem. I would rather collect welfare then work for this dump.