Tales of a waitress who escaped the restaurant industry and then discovered a desk job kind of blows - so I put the apron back on. And I deliver pizza because getting paid to drive around listening to music is pretty awesome.
So when I got to work not too long after posting my last entry, we had another piece of paper stuck up on our bulletin board. It was a print-out of the guest comment I mentioned, which says, verbatim, "our waitress was more interested in holding up the bar than seeing if we were ok". Not "the staff", not "the servers", not "people". "OUR waitress". One specific person.
But written in pink marker by our general manager (not the one who was going around talking to people about it yesterday), was the following: