Since we've had so many people get fired or quit, we are absolutely awash in fucking new guys. And sometimes I don't mind. They've all learned I'm one of the people to ask about how to ring things in and how to find stuff, because I've been there for a depressingly long time. And I admit I'm narcissistic enough to enjoy being needed. But goddamn, it's such a hassle! Half of them can't carry more than two plates, so we're making extra trips to tables because they have a soup, a salad, and a pasta. They don't know where to find hot chocolate or flavored hot tea. They run food to wrong tables. They forget what their section is and don't greet guests which causes all the managers to flip the fuck out.
And I know it's a learning process, and I know they'll get better. It's just at a fever pitch now. We currently have 35 servers, and only 14 of them have been there more than six months. Maybe 20 have been there more than three months. It's ridiculous. And don't even get me started on the host situation, Lapdog has got to stop making his host hiring decisions based on age (under 21), body size (10 and smaller), and oh yeah, gender. Seriously, all our hosts are skinny, young girls, 95% of which have no brains between all of them.
The cooks are even worse; for a while we had a respectable ratio of English-to-Spanish speaking cooks. It was a high enough percentage that we'd always have at least one cook who spoke full English and could take care of special requests. Now there are nights, especially after the cuts, when none of the cooks really speak English. Sometimes it's so bad that if you put no peppers on one dish, add bacon on another, and extra sauce on another …. every item will come out normal, no special modifiers. It's absolutely fucking maddening.