I'm not racist. I love everyone. But when I'm at work there are tables that I would like to serve over others.
Tipping etiquette, or lack thereof, is passed down from generation to generation. How your parents tipped is likely how you will tip.
I grew up in a family where it was never acceptable to be rude to your server or anyone else for that matter. If our food was taking forever, it didn't matter how hungry we were, we waited.
When I was being trained as a server there was an analogy that I should treat my customers as if they were guests in my home.
I always give refills.
I always remove empty plates.
I always ask if there is anything I can get.
I assumed that it would be a two way street. I treat my customers as guests and my customers act like they are guests in my home.
This is never the case. That's why waitresses are shallow, gold-digging people who become very jaded over the years.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Claiming 10 Percent
When I complain about not getting tipped, I have a lot of people respond with, "Well there is no law that says you have to tip."
Right. There isn't. It's just ettiquette.
But at the end of the night I have to claim my tips. This means that I have to punch into the computer how much cash tips I'm walking out of the door with because at the end of each pay period I'm taxed on my tips.
Waiters HAVE to claim tips. At my restaurant, because of the clientele that we serve, a lot of times, we're claiming tips that we didn't make.
It's unspoken, but we have to claim atleast 10 percent. So whatever my total sales are at the end of the night, I have to claim that I made 10 percent of that in tips. Even the government thinks that I should atleast be making 10 percent of my total sales.
This isn't always the case. A few nights ago. I made about 6 percent of my total sales, then I had to claim that I made 10 percent, so ultimately, I'm paying for some of these tables to dine at my restaurant.
My total sales were about a thousand, I made $60 but had to claim that I made $100. Then I have to pay taxes on the tips that I claim that I didn't even make.
When people don't tip atleast 10 percent it costs me money and it's really frustrating considering that I only make minimum wage and I have bills to pay, too.
I encourage everyone to tip their waiters ATLEAST 10 percent. Your waiter should not have to pay the government for you, when you decide to go out to dinner and be cheap.
I'm willing to settle with 10 percent but in a perfect world, everyone would tip 20 percent.
Right. There isn't. It's just ettiquette.
But at the end of the night I have to claim my tips. This means that I have to punch into the computer how much cash tips I'm walking out of the door with because at the end of each pay period I'm taxed on my tips.
Waiters HAVE to claim tips. At my restaurant, because of the clientele that we serve, a lot of times, we're claiming tips that we didn't make.
It's unspoken, but we have to claim atleast 10 percent. So whatever my total sales are at the end of the night, I have to claim that I made 10 percent of that in tips. Even the government thinks that I should atleast be making 10 percent of my total sales.
This isn't always the case. A few nights ago. I made about 6 percent of my total sales, then I had to claim that I made 10 percent, so ultimately, I'm paying for some of these tables to dine at my restaurant.
My total sales were about a thousand, I made $60 but had to claim that I made $100. Then I have to pay taxes on the tips that I claim that I didn't even make.
When people don't tip atleast 10 percent it costs me money and it's really frustrating considering that I only make minimum wage and I have bills to pay, too.
I encourage everyone to tip their waiters ATLEAST 10 percent. Your waiter should not have to pay the government for you, when you decide to go out to dinner and be cheap.
I'm willing to settle with 10 percent but in a perfect world, everyone would tip 20 percent.
Birthdays
It's my birthday do I get a free meal? A free drink?
Who says that?
I've wanted a lot of things for my birthday throughout the years but none of them ever consisted of a free meal or a free drink.
Singing the birthday song sets off a chain reaction throughout the restaurant of birthdays.
When you're busy and you KNOW it's not your tables birthday, it can get pretty annoying when you have to drop everything you're doing to sing happy birthday.
I had one coworker say, "Oh it's your birthday? What day is it today?"
The woman had no clue what day it was but insisted that it was her birthday and called over a manager because she was so offended that the waiter asked her what day it was.
Yes, it was a little rude on my coworkers behalf but there is nothing more annoying than someone at your table going to outrageous lengths to get free stuff.
Most of the time the birthday girl/boy isn't the one to tell the waiter/waitress it's his/hers birthday. Usually when there is a birthday its a big secret because you want there to be the surprise element.
But so many people come into my restaurant and the first thing they say is, "It's my birthday, what do I get?"
Nothing because I don't know you and I don't care that it's your birthday.
Who says that?
I've wanted a lot of things for my birthday throughout the years but none of them ever consisted of a free meal or a free drink.
Singing the birthday song sets off a chain reaction throughout the restaurant of birthdays.
When you're busy and you KNOW it's not your tables birthday, it can get pretty annoying when you have to drop everything you're doing to sing happy birthday.
I had one coworker say, "Oh it's your birthday? What day is it today?"
The woman had no clue what day it was but insisted that it was her birthday and called over a manager because she was so offended that the waiter asked her what day it was.
Yes, it was a little rude on my coworkers behalf but there is nothing more annoying than someone at your table going to outrageous lengths to get free stuff.
Most of the time the birthday girl/boy isn't the one to tell the waiter/waitress it's his/hers birthday. Usually when there is a birthday its a big secret because you want there to be the surprise element.
But so many people come into my restaurant and the first thing they say is, "It's my birthday, what do I get?"
Nothing because I don't know you and I don't care that it's your birthday.
Happy Hour
The discounted prices of happy always attracts the worst customers.
In all honesty, my restaurants happy hour--isn't that happy. The prices are not worth it.
These discounted prices always drag in the worst customers. The same customers that ask to be "hooked up" are the customers same customers that are complaining about the "expensive" prices of our happy hour.
My thoughts on the matter are, well, if you don't like it, there are plenty other restuarants in the area. Although I never am able to say that.
Sunday is the worst day to work at a restaurant. Every family that never goes out dinner, but decides to go out for a family dinner, always goes out on Sundays. The family that doesn't regularly go out to dinner, is the family that sends their food back, complains about everything, and is just in general always unhappy.
But on top of this, Sunday is all day happy hour. So the family that never goes out to dinner, and wants to be "hooked up" is now seated in my bar area for all day happy hour, complaining about the "expensive" happy hour prices.
Happy hour tends to make no one happy. The customer isn't happy with the prices or the portions. I'm not happy because of all the complaining customers. My managers aren't happy because they have to comp a bunch of food to calm down the complaing guests.
It's a horrible, never ending cycle. Happy hour tends to be the longest, worst hours of the entire week. There is nothing "happy" about them.
In all honesty, my restaurants happy hour--isn't that happy. The prices are not worth it.
These discounted prices always drag in the worst customers. The same customers that ask to be "hooked up" are the customers same customers that are complaining about the "expensive" prices of our happy hour.
My thoughts on the matter are, well, if you don't like it, there are plenty other restuarants in the area. Although I never am able to say that.
Sunday is the worst day to work at a restaurant. Every family that never goes out dinner, but decides to go out for a family dinner, always goes out on Sundays. The family that doesn't regularly go out to dinner, is the family that sends their food back, complains about everything, and is just in general always unhappy.
But on top of this, Sunday is all day happy hour. So the family that never goes out to dinner, and wants to be "hooked up" is now seated in my bar area for all day happy hour, complaining about the "expensive" happy hour prices.
Happy hour tends to make no one happy. The customer isn't happy with the prices or the portions. I'm not happy because of all the complaining customers. My managers aren't happy because they have to comp a bunch of food to calm down the complaing guests.
It's a horrible, never ending cycle. Happy hour tends to be the longest, worst hours of the entire week. There is nothing "happy" about them.
Hook It Up
The kind of person that asks to be "hooked up," is the kind of person you don't want to serve.
This is the kind of person that thinks the world owes them something. This happens so often, often enough, I need to write a blog post about it.
Sometimes I do hook people up but its only when I feel like doing it. What the customer doesn't understand is that I'm not obligated to "hook he/she up" in any way. It's not part of my job. In fact, it's against every rule of my job.
In order for me to hook someone up they have to be really awesome, they have to have something about them that just makes me want to give them free stuff. You have to woo me in some way or another if you want free stuff.
When I have customers that are really polite. I always do my best to make their time pleasant. Mostly because those customers are so rare and I want them to come back again to save me from the horrible curse of regulars that flood our dining room nightly.
The majority of the poeple that walk through those double doors don't have what it takes i'm sorry to say.
One should never have to ask to be "hooked up." If you have to ask, it's no longer being hooked up, it's begging.
Many things annoy me at work but nothing more than this.
If you had an awesome personality maybe I would want to help you out and give you some chips and salsa or a stronger drink. But the second you ask to be "hooked up," its a red flag.
If you need to ask to be "hooked up" that means that you're pretentious and you have no money. No server, anywhere, will want to serve you.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Love Notes and Hate Notes
If you write me a note I can't help but share it...
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| These particular guests sat at my bar top with what I assume were their girlfriends since the guys kept referring to them awkwardly and discreetly as their "sisters." They were professional drifters or drag racers, something of the sort. If you're in the market for a professional race car driving beau, pick a number! Well played boys, well played. |
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| This is just a sweet note left by a gracious customer. These are the customers that keep me sane. |
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This is one of my favorites...I had a party of eight that were the oddest people I have served thus far.
After splitting the check 6 different ways, one girl decided that her bill of $15 was too expensive. She called me over and asked for a discount. I asked her why she felt she deserved a discount. She replied that she wanted a discount because her stomach hurt.
My manager explained to this woman that food poisoning doesn't hit until 6 hours after eating. A woman from a nearby table overheard what was going on and left me this note along with some cash. It was an interesting night to say the least.
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| Just a little love note... She really liked my co-bartender and me. It was a pleasure serving her! |
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| This son a gun left me an 8 percent tip because I made a mistake on his bill and he felt the need to point it out. Jackass. |
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This note was given to a coworker of mine. The happy couple couldn't afford to leave an appropriate tip, go figure. Out of all the restaurants on planet earth they chose the chicken frying, rib serving, fajita selling one that I work for, romance at its finest.
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| This is a tip from one of the restaurants regulars. Sometimes I want to tell him to keep the penny since clearly he needs the money more than I do. |
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| No matter how frustrated I get at work, walking out with this in my hand is the most satisfying feeling... |
I guess my job isn't always THAT bad.
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