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littlelotteYesterday was the longest day ever. I got to Bennigan's at about 11:35 for work (I was scheduled at 11:45) and ended up in the second round of cuts, which didn't happen until three pm. Keep in mind that I was supposed to be at CiP at 4pm, and my availability at Bennigan's says I need to be out of there as close to three as humanly possible (which would have happened were I in that first round of cuts). I ended up in my car at 3:40 (it takes about 15 minutes to get home, and another ten or fifteen to get to CiP...not counting changing and grabbing my CiP stuff) calling John to let him know I was just leaving Bennigan's and was going to be 15 or 20 minutes late. I also headwaited at CiP and didn't get out until 1:30 (because counting up gift cards sold/redeemed slips is a pain in my ass...especially when half the servers don't actually understand how to turn them in properly). I told John we completely need to reteach the servers how to do their bags, because I hate getting a pile of unorganized crap that takes me ten or fifteen minutes to figure out and count/add up.
I did well at both places yesterday, so I can't complain too much, but I was just exhausted. John and I were both in fits of hysterical laughter starting at around 10pm...especially me because of the exhaustion. I'd have to recount money about three times because somebody would say or do something that would set me off again. Especially the phone number prank on Lauren (I was trying to count down one of the bar drawers when this started).
The prank:
Lauren called up wanting to get Stephanie's phone number. John gave her trouble and said he didn't want to look it up, and finally gave her an obviously fake number. She whined, and he gave her some 800 number involving his name, and finally gave her the number to the restaurant. She didn't catch the last one. She calls back IMMEDIATELY, and John puts on this high-pitched, "This isn't Stephanie." and starts cracking up. I don't know what number he gave her next, but she called back about fifteen minutes later to yell at him. He gives her some more obviously fake ones, and finally gives her one of the Reject numbers (because he has one programmed into his phone...no idea why). About ten minutes later, she still hasn't called back, and he's actually feeling kind of guilty because she'd sounded sincerely upset about something when she had last called, so he gives her a call to see if she'd tried the number yet. Sadly, she hadn't :-( Chances are pretty good that she's going to KILL John the next time she sees him, though...lol
And now I've spent too much time babbling on LJ, and I must get ready for work. Only Bennigan's this morning, though. I have tonight off, but it will be spent cleaning the apartment.
I did well at both places yesterday, so I can't complain too much, but I was just exhausted. John and I were both in fits of hysterical laughter starting at around 10pm...especially me because of the exhaustion. I'd have to recount money about three times because somebody would say or do something that would set me off again. Especially the phone number prank on Lauren (I was trying to count down one of the bar drawers when this started).
The prank:
Lauren called up wanting to get Stephanie's phone number. John gave her trouble and said he didn't want to look it up, and finally gave her an obviously fake number. She whined, and he gave her some 800 number involving his name, and finally gave her the number to the restaurant. She didn't catch the last one. She calls back IMMEDIATELY, and John puts on this high-pitched, "This isn't Stephanie." and starts cracking up. I don't know what number he gave her next, but she called back about fifteen minutes later to yell at him. He gives her some more obviously fake ones, and finally gives her one of the Reject numbers (because he has one programmed into his phone...no idea why). About ten minutes later, she still hasn't called back, and he's actually feeling kind of guilty because she'd sounded sincerely upset about something when she had last called, so he gives her a call to see if she'd tried the number yet. Sadly, she hadn't :-( Chances are pretty good that she's going to KILL John the next time she sees him, though...lol
And now I've spent too much time babbling on LJ, and I must get ready for work. Only Bennigan's this morning, though. I have tonight off, but it will be spent cleaning the apartment.
