So basically as a server, your job is to sell not only the food, but yourself. The more charming you are the more your table will like you. Its basically a legal and, well, wholesome form of prostitution. So at what point do servers realize they've mastered the art, you ask? Simple answer: Numbers. These numbers include high tips and/or 7 digits. If your table has left you more than a 20% tip, you sold yourself well. If someone at your table has left you their number, well thats kinda creepy, but you have indeed sold yourself well. Good tips and phone numbers are where servers get their confidence. I've seen many a server bummed out due to crappy tips and even not getting a phone number in a while (seriously, I'm not even kidding). So when our managers say "SELL SELL SELL," they mean "Sell the food and yourselves so the company can make more money." Yes readers, prostitution is, in fact, legal.
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Posted: November 5, 2009 10:35 am | 0 comments
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A friend of mine who also works in a restaurant sent me this and I thought it was only appropriate to share with my blog readers. It made me happy to know that this happens in other restaurants, not just mine. This happens way too often.
"A dozen identical Northeastern girls arrive in the middle of a rush without calling ahead and expect to be seated together in a decent amount of time:
'yeah, um can i have a honey crisp salad with no macaroni'
'can i have mine with no pepper and no tomato'
'can i have mine just like hers, but with no tomato'
'can i have a honey crisp chicken salad with grilled chicken??'
'can i have it extra dressing and an extra breadstick, please?'
...add nauseum."
To all my fellow servers who also experience this: May the force be with you.
Always serving people with a [fake] smile,
Maureen Azor
Posted: November 9, 2009 9:25 pm | 1 comment
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Soooo I'm sick and tired of customers telling me that I'm wrong about the menu. Listen up people... I work here 20-30 hours a week. This restaurant is my home away from home. If I say we don't serve coleslaw, we don't serve coleslaw. I'm not trying to deprive you of your coleslaw needs, we just DON'T HAVE IT! I would love nothing more than to make everything you want magically appear, but I unfortunately do not have those powers.
Until next week's rant,
Maureen
Posted: November 16, 2009 10:53 pm | 0 comments
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