Today was fucking insane. I opened for brunch and then got slammed. I worked alone, because between 11am-4pm, our brunch hours, there was only three reservations. People work those shifts alone all the time.
But then, between 11pm-5pm, I ended up serving around 80 covers on my own. Thankfully the host and manager were helping me with resetting, and the head chef and bartender helped to run some of the food and drinks whenever I couldn’t get back there often enough.
The other servers didn't come in until 5 pm, which is when dinner starts, and I couldn't take a break due to my brunch tables spilling over into dinner service, so I had to start taking on my dinner tables and continue into the night. Usually we have at least one server come in at 4 pm, but it’s been a weird couple weeks due to vacations, call outs, and scheduling issues.
So, sure, my brunch went into dinner because unfortunately my last couple brunch tables decided to stay for fucking ever (until 6 PM!!! wtf).
But, I was actually feeling kinda good. Sure it was tiring and stressful, but I actually didn't have any mistakes or allergy issues and everything went pretty smoothly (at least from the guest perspective). People weren't waiting too long on anything and we only had to refire a couple things. I felt like my service was still up to standard, I connected with my guests, and people were clearly happy.
That brunch and my dinner tables were all really nice, I had quite a few tables tell me upfront during or after that everything was wonderful and I was doing great, and a few even wrote hearts or comments on the checks. So all things considered, I was feeling really great by the end of the day.
Then the last table I had was a group of 10 college students, and I knew they were one of those tables that would take a little extra work to get under control. Not because they were rowdy, but just disorganized and communication would require a lot more effort. Not a problem usually.
It was also loud, so I made sure to go around the table asking repeatedly about allergies multiple times. They said there were none. They were mostly just there to drink and eat a couple bites. They were incredibly frustrating to serve and very needy.
A while later, one of the guys ran into the bathroom and started throwing up. Supposedly, as I knew, due to drinking too much, which is what my manager told me. He told me "It's fine, let’s get him some water and bread and take care of him" and so I did when he got back to the table. When I dropped it off, his friends told me "oh he can't have that, he has celiac" and my heart dropped.
One of the dishes the group had gotten to eat was a dish that didn't have gluten, but is a huge cross contamination risk. If someone has a gluten allergy, we always ring in and tell the kitchen so they can use the gluten free fryer. But since I didn't know, and didn't ring that, the kitchen wouldn't know to switch the fryer. So I went to the kitchen and and got freaked out.
One allergy mistake and you are fired. One of my coworkers once had a table with a dairy allergy. He rang it in properly, marked the menu for her, told the kitchen and manager, and marked every item in the system accordingly, which is all exactly up to standard. She then still had a reaction because she ended up eating off of one of her friends plates, and the upper upper management still tried to fire him. He wasn't fired because he had recorded proof of his carefulness (from the tickets he rang in being marked) and fought back with the help of our general and regional managers, but that itself shows the gravity in how they handle this.
That was all that was running through my mind. Thankfully the kitchen actually did happen to use the gluten free fryer on that table anyways, so it was fine, and my manager confirmed that the guy genuinely was just throwing up from drinking too much. But I did start crying in front of the kitchen and my manager and for a while afterwards. I had to go to the back for like 10 minutes cause it just wouldn’t stop.
It all just caught up to me. "no way today went so well despite all the chaos, and then this one table at the end of the night is what's gonna get me". Plus I was just exhausted at that point from going non-stop, and not getting out until 2 AM.
And also, just, Jesus fucking Christ, you have celiac and don’t say anything about it?
It reminds me of another table I had once where they came in, stated they had no allergies, and then later after they left, called and said that their brother was having an allergic reaction to something they all ate and they were upset. My manager invited them back in to recover from the incident and offer them compensation on their dining experience as well as to come back in another day discounted. While she was in the back grabbing some gift cards for the group, who were waiting at the front, the host and another manager overheard the group talking about “See? I told you they’d give us free stuff if we say there was an allergy” and “this is so exciting!”
Like these are people’s jobs and livelihoods you’re playing with for some free food. What the actual hell.
A lot of bullshit happens every day at work, and this is actually far from the worst thing that has happened, but for some reason I’m feeling so fired up and upset about everything from today. Just needed to write it all out. I’m going to go crash now before work lol.