The comments on my last post made me giggle. I may be a grouchy old curmudgeon (in fact, I will go ahead and say that I AM), but I don't mind when people order a beverage plus water and actually DRINK the water. What annoys me is when six people sit at a table, and order six different soft drinks/bar drinks PLUS six waters, and then after I fill and carry all of the drinks to the table, they eat, pay, and leave, I have to clear those same six glasses of water, untouched. Or, as I mentioned, when someone decides to either be the MC of Beverages or else thinks the server needs something to do with him/herself and orders water FOR EVERYONE PRESENT. If someone orders, say, a glass of soda AND water and is legit drinking the water, that is totally fine, and I am happy to refill both as needed :)
As y'all may have noticed, though, serving in general is kind of getting me down right now, and at Eclecstasy in particular. It's only about 10% serving, though, and 90% the interpersonal drama and backstabbing that goes on behind the scenes. I wasn't a fan of middle school as a student, and as a grown-ass adult who goes to work to make money to support my family, I am...let's be P.C. here and go with "incredibly dismayed" to find that there is an ongoing game of "he said/she said" and "let's gang up on someone we don't like" EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY at Eclecstasy (most serving jobs have at least a little of that going on, but Eclecstasy is freaking ridiculous). I think a lot of it is that there are two main groups of people who are servers; the very young and the older-and-made-poor-choices. So you have a bunch of immature people (and I am not using that as a pejorative descriptor, just saying it's the normal state of being for most people in their late teens/early twenties) and a bunch of older, HOPEFULLY more mature but not always, people whose lives have not gone as planned. So sullen, thoughtless, and bitter are a given in most of the workforce, and when you factor in that it's 80-90% women in the profession...well. You have a lot of catty bullshit and gossip on a daily basis even if everything goes perfectly, and given that perfection is a rarity in life and ESPECIALLY in the restaurant industry, what that leaves you with is The Bitter Bitch Brigade.
I am not a fan of the Bitter Bitch Brigade, and it's mutual.
The advice I have gotten from Management is to try not to care, make my money, and go home to the life I enjoy living, and I am trying to take that to heart, but currently there is a small but EXTREMELY vocal group of Mean Girls at work who freely admit that they are trying to either get me fired or drive me to quit, and I'm not enjoying it any more than I enjoyed being the bookish kid in the bodycast in middle school who had a hard time finding a place at any lunch table. Nobody likes to be told on a daily basis that they aren't liked, and I am no exception. Some of this seems to be related to my commenting on the side of increased information security in the way we do our paperwork on company social media shortly after I got hired (it turns out a lot of people liked to snoop through other people's paperwork, which was in and of itself a very good argument IN FAVOR of better information security), and the rest of it is just random. One time I had someone accuse me of trying to steal their boyfriend, who is like, twenty years old (I guess because I laughed at a joke he told? I certainly didn't make or encourage any advances of any kind). In addition to being happily married, what the hell would I even do with a boy that age, bring him home to play Minecraft with my kids??? Today I had someone inform me that I have made an enemy of them, and literally the only personal interaction I have had with said person over the past three months that we've worked together was to tell them their hair looked pretty one time, cover a shift for them when they had to take their cat to the vet a couple of weeks ago, and say "excuse me???" today when they informed me I had made an enemy of them, so this had to have been based on gossip alone (or, I suppose, rampant unmedicated mental illness?). JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
On top of being disgusted with this ongoing nonsense, I worry that with everybody and their BFF whining to management that I am a boyfriend-stealing, hate-inducing Enemy Of The People, eventually they'll fire me just to shut everybody up, and while it drives me up the fucking wall, I really enjoy the money I make at Eclecstasy, and love working for the Big Boss there, who is a genuinely good egg. I'm good at my job, the people I wait on praise me to management often, I follow the rules, and I even help others if they appear to be struggling. Where and how am I going so damn wrong?
I think my new strategy is going to be to keep a smile on my face no matter what and say nothing to anyone beyond "please," "thank you," "excuse me," and answers to yes or no questions. Any words of advice, beyond "don't steal people's boyfriends" and "say nothing of any of this to management ever again?"