About 3 years ago, a new manager started working at my restaurant. We will call him B. He and I became friends, mostly based on our love of dogs and similar musical tastes. He burned me cd's out the wazoo, and I hung out with him and his wife at shows and stuff, and he brought his new puppy over here the minute he got him back in July. We also shared a distaste of the upper management bullshit in my restaurant, which is really fucked off.
About a month and a half ago, B got a new job with a restaurant that he helped get off the ground in some other city that was opening locations here. I didn't want to see him go, but I was glad he was advancing in his career, and I was sure we would stay in touch. I was wrong. He sent me a text about two weeks ago asking why I had not contacted him, so I called him and we made definite plans to go grab a beer the next night. He said he would call me when he got out of a meeting, but he never did. Let me just mention that I took a big money shift off to go to his wedding back in May, and gave them a nice gift that was never acknowledged in any way (so tacky). Seriously, a thank you would have been nice.
Whatever, no biggie, but then the big bomb was dropped on me tonight, and my feelings are hurt. Turns out B has recruited a waiter from my restaurant that we will call C to come manage one of the new stores B will be in charge of. C is one of those martyr types that works really hard for 2 minutes in front of management and then whines about how nobody else does their job the rest of the time. Not to mention C flat out lied and said he was going to work at some ad agency, but I put 2 and 2 together pretty quick. C made a point of telling me on his last day that he wanted to keep in touch with me and hang out, which I found odd, I have never hung out with him before, and had no desire to do so.
I guess my feelings are hurt because B knows how much I dislike my job and would love to do something else, and he never even considered offering me a job. Not that going into restaurant management would be so different, but the job he got C pays 48 grand a year, and I could certainly get comfortable with that. I don't want to bag on my job, I have worked there for 12 years, yes I said 12 years, and I do well, but I can't even be a bartender instead of a server, because apparently to get behind the bar you have to sleep with the right person, or go out and party with the current bartenders. Not going to happen, I go to work, come home, and drink beer with my dog. B knows all of this, he knows my work ethic is impeccable, I am always on time, and I do charm the fuck out of my customers. If I got an opportunity for a better job I would bust my ass and blow everybody away. But I don't see that happening. Obviously he doesn't either.
Sure, I could go work at some other restaurant, and start at the bottom with all the shitty shifts, but what good would that do me, I got bills, yo. I could go to school, but I don't know what I would be good at, if anything. I want a job where I don't get home at midnight stinking of food and spilled wine. I have to say being a 35 year old waitress embarrasses me a bit, although doing honest work is nothing to be ashamed of. I work hard, I get dirty, and I have some regular customers that I love. It's not enough for me right now, I need more.
I feel stuck and I hate it. I can't do it much longer, I think I may snap soon. I should have done so much more with my life by now, but I guess I just didn't, and that is really bothering me.
My dog and my awesome boyfriend make me happy and sane, they are priceless, and much love to them
About a month and a half ago, B got a new job with a restaurant that he helped get off the ground in some other city that was opening locations here. I didn't want to see him go, but I was glad he was advancing in his career, and I was sure we would stay in touch. I was wrong. He sent me a text about two weeks ago asking why I had not contacted him, so I called him and we made definite plans to go grab a beer the next night. He said he would call me when he got out of a meeting, but he never did. Let me just mention that I took a big money shift off to go to his wedding back in May, and gave them a nice gift that was never acknowledged in any way (so tacky). Seriously, a thank you would have been nice.
Whatever, no biggie, but then the big bomb was dropped on me tonight, and my feelings are hurt. Turns out B has recruited a waiter from my restaurant that we will call C to come manage one of the new stores B will be in charge of. C is one of those martyr types that works really hard for 2 minutes in front of management and then whines about how nobody else does their job the rest of the time. Not to mention C flat out lied and said he was going to work at some ad agency, but I put 2 and 2 together pretty quick. C made a point of telling me on his last day that he wanted to keep in touch with me and hang out, which I found odd, I have never hung out with him before, and had no desire to do so.
I guess my feelings are hurt because B knows how much I dislike my job and would love to do something else, and he never even considered offering me a job. Not that going into restaurant management would be so different, but the job he got C pays 48 grand a year, and I could certainly get comfortable with that. I don't want to bag on my job, I have worked there for 12 years, yes I said 12 years, and I do well, but I can't even be a bartender instead of a server, because apparently to get behind the bar you have to sleep with the right person, or go out and party with the current bartenders. Not going to happen, I go to work, come home, and drink beer with my dog. B knows all of this, he knows my work ethic is impeccable, I am always on time, and I do charm the fuck out of my customers. If I got an opportunity for a better job I would bust my ass and blow everybody away. But I don't see that happening. Obviously he doesn't either.
Sure, I could go work at some other restaurant, and start at the bottom with all the shitty shifts, but what good would that do me, I got bills, yo. I could go to school, but I don't know what I would be good at, if anything. I want a job where I don't get home at midnight stinking of food and spilled wine. I have to say being a 35 year old waitress embarrasses me a bit, although doing honest work is nothing to be ashamed of. I work hard, I get dirty, and I have some regular customers that I love. It's not enough for me right now, I need more.
I feel stuck and I hate it. I can't do it much longer, I think I may snap soon. I should have done so much more with my life by now, but I guess I just didn't, and that is really bothering me.
My dog and my awesome boyfriend make me happy and sane, they are priceless, and much love to them
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On the upside at least you have the pooch and the boyfriend yo.
Other then going postal on assholes how you doing?