A Case of the Mondays...

(that phrase never gets old...)

Today was actually a pretty decent day. The hostess (very green to the restaurant business, but has a good heart and isn't jaded on the biz yet, so she's still enthusiastic about her job*) kept my section full during a Monday lunch. The holiday didn't really affect us until later...
Management decided that because it was a holiday, he wasn't going to put cuts up as early as other Mondays. (In this particular restaurant only one 'cut' goes up and 3 servers are left to close out the lunch shift.) Granted, the restaurant was pretty full, but I think it looked a lot busier than it actually was, but whatever. Finally, at 2:30, he decided to make cuts, but he left two extra servers on in case of a pop. Okay. I had two tables. Uhhh... It died pretty hard. At 3 he let the others leave, and the place was nearly empty. The three of us each had one table-ish (I think one of the others had two, and the bartender had maybe two guests). Then a 14-top came in, and it went to another server. That was it. Poop.

*Funny thing about that hostess is that she is always smiling, but she's not annoying, she's just young (I'm 28, and I'm guessing she's probably 16 or 17) and innocent and ready to have fun and meet new people. She's hysterical because when guests are leaving the building she nearly projectile vomits her salutation--she says it AT them. It's really funny. She's pretty slow and still doesn't really understand the way restaurants work in general, so I've taken her in--like I do for all the rookies--to make sure that she is told the right way to do shit. There are some servers who will tell rooks anything (but that's a whole different tangent**). She's a good one. You know them when you see them. She takes initiative, helps the servers, etc. She's got my vote.

**I am listening to November Rain right now and it is fucking awesome. I remember how good it is every time I hear it.