After having a fairly ok night at work in which the bumbling idiot of a boss I have first tried to lecture me on customer service then let one of the waitresses leave before we had a massive rush of people... my boss made the ingenious observation that I don't want to be a waitress. Needless to say I kind of smiled and said I completely agree with him... this of course wasn't the answer he was looking for as he is looking for professional waitresses who are jumping at the chance to work for hime.... Aside from his moodiness, inability to successfully manage people, and the fact that the other waitresses come to me when they have questions - not him - I pretty much took this as my que to exit stage left and quit. I'm not paid enough for what I do in that restaurant, he's a shitty person to work for and doesn't even realise it and so this show is over.
Things are looking more positive on the proper job front but if need be I'll start finding another part time gig just to pay rent this next week, but hopefully it won't come to that.
Will keep everyone posted, but as for now I'm really excited to have my Friday and Saturday nights back and to not have to put up with his shit anymore. There have been sooo many nights over the last few months were I've come close to quitting, this one was just the last bit which I could stand.
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