Which one of us is black now bitch?
Needy staff. Needy customers. Needy family.
I need someone to do something for me for a change.
My day started with a catering drop off at a modelling shoot at 6:15am. It’s now 9:30pm and it will take probably another hour to get this place closed.
Same thing tomorrow. Oh, wait, it’s Friday and we have live music. I probably won’t get out of here till mid-night.
Yup, another crack of dawn delivery Saturday.
Living in New York the leeway on an appointment was 3 minutes. That was the rule even with all the uncertainty of transportation that existed. Subways were subject to unpredictable delays, traffic could be gridlocked. Still, if you showed up 10 minutes early for an appointment I would leave you sitting in the lobby for 30 minutes. If you showed up 10 minutes late I wouldn’t see you at all.
Well, down here in Florida it appears to be completely normal not to show up for appointments, even job interviews, at all. Then, they walk in the next day or the day after and expect to have their meeting, cause that suited them better.
I’m sorry, showing up late is unacceptable. Showing up unannounced is even worse.
Those must have been some big assed dogs.
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Anyone ever tell you that you look like Jon Hamm? If yes, ignore this. If no, hell yeah!
I guess that’s why I can’t walk down the street without women throwing their panties at me. Would be more fun if we didn’t live in a retirement resort area though.
One of my servers found a cat sheltering under our supply shed and started feeding it. Looks like the restaurant has a pet now.
MrsBooBill made the same mistake with a homeless guy.
I get an email that got me pretty excited at first yesterday.
This guy wanted to get 150 grilled chicken Caesar salads for pickup. I quoted him $17 a piece. That’s kind of rich. No hesitation, here’s my credit card number.
Only one hitch. He’s arranged for someone to pick them up and deliver them. He’s in ICU with lung cancer and so, wants me to add the delivery charge to the bill and have me Western Union the money to the carrier, since he can’t do it himself. Okay, anything to help you out.
Then he tells me the delivery charge. $975. He’s willing to pay the WU fee of $100 and my credit card processing fees. Okay, red lights going off. I ask where it’s going? I can certainly delivery for less. Hell, I could ship them overnight to Tokyo for less than that. He ignores that question.
Then it dawns on me. It’s a stolen credit card number. I wire the money, probably to Nigeria or Russia, then next week my card processing service hits me with a charge back when the real card holder disputes the charges. WU transfers can’t be recovered. I’m out the $1,075.
I called my merchant services bank. Get the name of the card issuing bank and call them. Explain what’s going on and do an address verification. He gave me an address that is actually in a local housing project. However, the card is a corporate card issued to a major corporation in New York.
Card frozen, fraud prevented.
My chef called out today. Said she was spewing bloody mucus.
I had to ask.