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It's 1am and I'm still at work. The Facilitech people are in cleaning our grease traps, so I'm stuck until they're gone. Work's not been too bad lately. This is highly premature, but I noticed that there is a CiP opening up in Naperville, IL at the end of this year/early next year and inquired to my JVP about transferring out there given that I love Chicago and that I actually know people out there. The management team is set for now, but things change so often (especially over the course of six to ten months) that he said he'd keep an ear open for me.
So last night was quite an interesting one. I opened, which means I was in at 9am, and I didn't get out until 9pm because of a marketing dinner we were doing with a local radio station that's going to be doing some on-air personality promos for us. Our MP was the closing manager last night, so I had to run the floor until the dinner was done (as him and our JVP were the "hosts" for it). Just as I was getting ready to leave one of the servers had a "thing" with one of her tables, and I was the lucky manager notified--which meant I got to go over and talk to the table. This guy and his wife were in for dinner, and he had asked if our ribs are baby back ribs and the server said that they were pork ribs, but she really didn't know what cut they were. He ordered them, and then after literally sucking the bones clean informed her that they were, in fact, baby back ribs and that he never would have ordered them had he known that they were baby back ribs because he doesn't like baby back ribs. I went over to talk to him, and spent the next twenty minutes hearing about how his family owns a bunch of Big Boys, and how he's a rib connossoire, and how the bones of baby back ribs aren't as soft as spare rib bones and so you can't crack the bones open and suck out the marrow like so many true rib lovers apparently love to do...
...you get the idea. I told the girl who was headwaiting the story, and she looked like she was about to throw up when I mentioned the whole sucking out the marrow thing. I also mentioned how he kept going on about his family owning Big Boys and she cut in with, "Now *he's* a very big boy, isn't he?", which of course he was and that just set me off on one of my infamous giggle fits.
Anyway...I think the Facilitech crew is just about done, so I am going to head out now. I'm very tired, and I'm taking a day trip into K'zoo to visit Dan in the morning. Yay :-)
So last night was quite an interesting one. I opened, which means I was in at 9am, and I didn't get out until 9pm because of a marketing dinner we were doing with a local radio station that's going to be doing some on-air personality promos for us. Our MP was the closing manager last night, so I had to run the floor until the dinner was done (as him and our JVP were the "hosts" for it). Just as I was getting ready to leave one of the servers had a "thing" with one of her tables, and I was the lucky manager notified--which meant I got to go over and talk to the table. This guy and his wife were in for dinner, and he had asked if our ribs are baby back ribs and the server said that they were pork ribs, but she really didn't know what cut they were. He ordered them, and then after literally sucking the bones clean informed her that they were, in fact, baby back ribs and that he never would have ordered them had he known that they were baby back ribs because he doesn't like baby back ribs. I went over to talk to him, and spent the next twenty minutes hearing about how his family owns a bunch of Big Boys, and how he's a rib connossoire, and how the bones of baby back ribs aren't as soft as spare rib bones and so you can't crack the bones open and suck out the marrow like so many true rib lovers apparently love to do...
...you get the idea. I told the girl who was headwaiting the story, and she looked like she was about to throw up when I mentioned the whole sucking out the marrow thing. I also mentioned how he kept going on about his family owning Big Boys and she cut in with, "Now *he's* a very big boy, isn't he?", which of course he was and that just set me off on one of my infamous giggle fits.
Anyway...I think the Facilitech crew is just about done, so I am going to head out now. I'm very tired, and I'm taking a day trip into K'zoo to visit Dan in the morning. Yay :-)
