I walked in the side door at work today, and I immediately knew it was going to be a shitty shift. From down the hall and around the corner, I could hear CL yelling. Nothing distinct, but it only took a few more steps, until I was in the dining room itself, before I could clearly hear her.
“I thought we scheduled so this shit wouldn't happen!” I heard her yelling in a panic. “Twenty minute ticket times do not fucking work for me!”
Our kitchen doesn't have doors. Two steps out of the entrance and you're at the first bar stool; two more and you're at a table. I can only hope a customer heard and will write in a complaint.