The Restaurant
( Who is Serving you?).
Almost every day the same group of people comes in here. Some for business, some for romance and some to be just got damn ass holes. I am Regina Temple, former Manager at the Creole Rendezvous. I just felt it necessary to share this little story with yall this morning.
Awww, about five years ago, last spring I woke up to one of those mornings from hell. First of all my water was off, not because I did not pay my bills but because the proprietor did not pay his. Then I had to use my neighbor’s bathroom. Mr. Talia, a complete pervert all he did all day long was look at porn, all kinds of porn you name it. See he could not clean up his self because he was too got damn lazy so he hired a cleaning lady for this week and next week it will be a cleaning man. You know how people talk, everybody that got the job came out with stories of Mr. Talia’s porn collection. Not to mention he would be watching it while they were their working. Anyway this is just how it was for me a completely fucked up morning. After nervously washing up at Mr. Talia’s, I go back to my apartment and get dressed. Okay let me see which colors I should wear, yellow and white, green and blue or red and white. Red and white it is I want to send out the love essence. Now time to start up Mr. Balls my 15-year-old Jeep and cruised off to work. This was the only good part about this morning so far, on the interstate top off Mr. Balls, nothing but the rising sun and the sweet air blowing on me. (Inhale the love exhale the stress, exhale the pain, exhale the negativity). The only thing missing was a nice blunt and a mint julep. Yes, a mint julep at 7:00am would have just kicked off my day.
Of course, I had to open up because Janet the Manager at that time made it her life quest to not wake-up until 9:00 am and since she was sleeping with the head chief neither one of them was ever on time. No problem because Sherri the Sous Chief, bucking for Chief, was going to be on time. Sherri, prepped it all, down to pre-measuring the dry seasonings, green seasonings, making the bread, you name it she had it done. Poor girl wasting her time trying to impress Janet, she was never going to get the Chief’s job, if only she knew. It is almost 9:45 and my frustration started to get the best of me after calling Janet several times. Today was inspection day and they both knew that the owner’s wife was born to be a bitch on inspection day. It is not enough that every Wednesday and Friday she and her so called friends would come in to have their asses kissed; and she was so damn nice it was hard not to. See she really was not bad she was just a spoiled ass rich kid all her life. She gave great Christmas bonuses, we had all our holidays, off, we were fairly compensated and she never ever missed a birthday, new birth, death or invitation to events when it came to her employees. I guess we all just hated that she was so rich and so nice, yet she let you know she was the owner. Anyway, let us not get off the subject.
Belinda, our head server made sure we had the flyest servers in town; it was like a hobby to her picking out the hottest people with skills to serve our customers. She did an excellent job. Renee was a full figured diva, with the personality of a goddess full of life, graceful and sweet, Sam was a tall blonde-haired woman from Sweden she moved like a gazelle from table to table and Phillip and Ross were just eye candy. So people from everywhere came to eat with us. Today was meant for bad luck all the way round. Eleven o’clock sharp here she comes Mrs. Laura Rendezvous strutting in like a brigadier general, as usually her spineless husband was not with her. Well anyway inspection went great. Mrs. Rendezvous beckoned to me from Janet’s office and informed me to call her and Andrea and request they come in and pick up their belongings. She had promoted me the new manager and Sherri was the new head chief. My first question was “why do I have to do this” , her response was “because you are my employee and if you want to continue to be my employee you will never question me again have a blessed day”. I made the call they both were pissed I think . I laughed at the idea that they both asked me to pack their stuff and ship it at their expense. So maybe they did not give a damn. Maybe they were pissed because they did not get the change to quite. Who knows about those two.
Now that I was the General Manager I was put on a first name basis with Mrs. Rendezvous. Laura and I spent s a lot of time together organizing the menu, redecorating the restaurant and getting to know one another. I made her Wednesday and Friday visits experiences she would not forget. Renee was always her server, because she always received a 200.00-dollar tip so you know that no one else was ever going to get that table. But for some strange reason Renee requested that someone else take her spot. Laura did not mind because all of our staff had perfected their jobs. The next time she came in Renee again refused to wait on her, so it was my turn now to ask why. I hate people who tell the truth. Renee told me she had been having sex with Mr. Rendezvous for over 7 years and she just felt she could no longer serve Laura anymore. Check this out not because she was feeling guilty, but because she did not want to feed her filth anymore. I almost died, I felt sick to my stomach and I was pissed because Renee just got herself fired, but she did not know it. Renee said, it has not been anything life threatening, Sherri just might drop it on the floor, or sneeze over it or sometimes when my nose is running I let it run on her plate. I never tried to poison her or anything just mean shit, so I would have some since of revenge for what that bitch said one day. So of course, I had to know what was said. Renee overheard, Laura was telling her friends that she knew her husband was not having a serious affair because, the men in his family preferred a quick roll in the hay with a bed wench. Then Renee told me that is why each time she was with him she made it her mission to try to screw his brains out. I was shocked, I had no way to come back, and there was nothing I could say, except “wellll that did not warrant you jeopardizing the integrity of our food”. Renee looked at me as if she had seen a monster and walked off. Well all I had to do now was decide how to replace Sherri and Renee without having to explain it to Belinda and Laura. I am screwed.
Today is the day I will have to let, them go, at least I will be clean and refreshed after taking a cleansing shower glad my water was not off this morning. Let me toke up and get my ease on. I will be centered when I get there. I am smelling magnolias, or is it gardenias; anyway, I took the ground route to work this morning. Riding around the lake makes me happy . The smell of the flowers in and seeing the white pelicans on the lake just does something to me. I need an out of body experience this morning. Okay walk in call them to your office and give them their layoff notices. (Talking to myself). When I called Renee and Sherri to my office, I could see everybody peeping in. I had to do it I certainly did not want people on my staff who would tamper with the food. I gave them their notice. They walked out and I saw every one stirring around them, and then they all begin to walk to my office. I was cool. I was ready to stick by my guns; then Phillip and Ross spoke first, they let me know that Laura often referred to them as her uncertain men, meaning she did not know if they were gay but if they were, they would end up like Janet and Andrea. Belinda explained that when she was first hired Laura wanted to know if she was Jewish because she did not want to look around and be working for her someday. Sherri informed me that when she was working a private party for Laura she noticed that the waiters, cooks, and others had to use a special bathroom not in the house or the poolroom. I listened to everything they said and I still could not find a reason to justify letting Sherri and Renee stay. All I could think about was seven years of eating filth deliberately put in my food made me want to kill somebody. I could not justify letting these ladies keep their jobs. Well talk about an act of solidarity, every damn body in the kitchen quite, that is what she gets for paying them so well. They could afford to quite. I realized I was out numbered so I did what any smart person would do, I quite. I called Laura and explained to her that I had a family emergency that would force me to be gone for over a year. I felt like shit in that she gave me one year’s salary, her personal number in cased I needed help and said she would have me back anytime. I need to understand the dilemma I was placed in. A woman who seemed like she was God’s ray of light committing an act I would have never imagined. Sleeping with another woman’s husband and feeding her filth. Laura seemingly a fair and pleasant woman, using stereotypes and prejudices against others when she is among her friends and me this liberal minded New Ager running like a scowled cat rather than facing the problem and trying to resolve it.
This whole mess has taken an effect on me. I don’t eat out anymore. Not because I am sleeping with anyone’s husband, or am full of prejudice, it is because I am not certain what the people who are preparing my food and serving me are into. How awful eating at a place where your husband’s mistress is serving you food for years . My new boyfriend thinks I am so wonderful cooking all the time. I think I will share this story with him. (Think).
( Who is Serving you?).
Almost every day the same group of people comes in here. Some for business, some for romance and some to be just got damn ass holes. I am Regina Temple, former Manager at the Creole Rendezvous. I just felt it necessary to share this little story with yall this morning.
Awww, about five years ago, last spring I woke up to one of those mornings from hell. First of all my water was off, not because I did not pay my bills but because the proprietor did not pay his. Then I had to use my neighbor’s bathroom. Mr. Talia, a complete pervert all he did all day long was look at porn, all kinds of porn you name it. See he could not clean up his self because he was too got damn lazy so he hired a cleaning lady for this week and next week it will be a cleaning man. You know how people talk, everybody that got the job came out with stories of Mr. Talia’s porn collection. Not to mention he would be watching it while they were their working. Anyway this is just how it was for me a completely fucked up morning. After nervously washing up at Mr. Talia’s, I go back to my apartment and get dressed. Okay let me see which colors I should wear, yellow and white, green and blue or red and white. Red and white it is I want to send out the love essence. Now time to start up Mr. Balls my 15-year-old Jeep and cruised off to work. This was the only good part about this morning so far, on the interstate top off Mr. Balls, nothing but the rising sun and the sweet air blowing on me. (Inhale the love exhale the stress, exhale the pain, exhale the negativity). The only thing missing was a nice blunt and a mint julep. Yes, a mint julep at 7:00am would have just kicked off my day.
Of course, I had to open up because Janet the Manager at that time made it her life quest to not wake-up until 9:00 am and since she was sleeping with the head chief neither one of them was ever on time. No problem because Sherri the Sous Chief, bucking for Chief, was going to be on time. Sherri, prepped it all, down to pre-measuring the dry seasonings, green seasonings, making the bread, you name it she had it done. Poor girl wasting her time trying to impress Janet, she was never going to get the Chief’s job, if only she knew. It is almost 9:45 and my frustration started to get the best of me after calling Janet several times. Today was inspection day and they both knew that the owner’s wife was born to be a bitch on inspection day. It is not enough that every Wednesday and Friday she and her so called friends would come in to have their asses kissed; and she was so damn nice it was hard not to. See she really was not bad she was just a spoiled ass rich kid all her life. She gave great Christmas bonuses, we had all our holidays, off, we were fairly compensated and she never ever missed a birthday, new birth, death or invitation to events when it came to her employees. I guess we all just hated that she was so rich and so nice, yet she let you know she was the owner. Anyway, let us not get off the subject.
Belinda, our head server made sure we had the flyest servers in town; it was like a hobby to her picking out the hottest people with skills to serve our customers. She did an excellent job. Renee was a full figured diva, with the personality of a goddess full of life, graceful and sweet, Sam was a tall blonde-haired woman from Sweden she moved like a gazelle from table to table and Phillip and Ross were just eye candy. So people from everywhere came to eat with us. Today was meant for bad luck all the way round. Eleven o’clock sharp here she comes Mrs. Laura Rendezvous strutting in like a brigadier general, as usually her spineless husband was not with her. Well anyway inspection went great. Mrs. Rendezvous beckoned to me from Janet’s office and informed me to call her and Andrea and request they come in and pick up their belongings. She had promoted me the new manager and Sherri was the new head chief. My first question was “why do I have to do this” , her response was “because you are my employee and if you want to continue to be my employee you will never question me again have a blessed day”. I made the call they both were pissed I think . I laughed at the idea that they both asked me to pack their stuff and ship it at their expense. So maybe they did not give a damn. Maybe they were pissed because they did not get the change to quite. Who knows about those two.
Now that I was the General Manager I was put on a first name basis with Mrs. Rendezvous. Laura and I spent s a lot of time together organizing the menu, redecorating the restaurant and getting to know one another. I made her Wednesday and Friday visits experiences she would not forget. Renee was always her server, because she always received a 200.00-dollar tip so you know that no one else was ever going to get that table. But for some strange reason Renee requested that someone else take her spot. Laura did not mind because all of our staff had perfected their jobs. The next time she came in Renee again refused to wait on her, so it was my turn now to ask why. I hate people who tell the truth. Renee told me she had been having sex with Mr. Rendezvous for over 7 years and she just felt she could no longer serve Laura anymore. Check this out not because she was feeling guilty, but because she did not want to feed her filth anymore. I almost died, I felt sick to my stomach and I was pissed because Renee just got herself fired, but she did not know it. Renee said, it has not been anything life threatening, Sherri just might drop it on the floor, or sneeze over it or sometimes when my nose is running I let it run on her plate. I never tried to poison her or anything just mean shit, so I would have some since of revenge for what that bitch said one day. So of course, I had to know what was said. Renee overheard, Laura was telling her friends that she knew her husband was not having a serious affair because, the men in his family preferred a quick roll in the hay with a bed wench. Then Renee told me that is why each time she was with him she made it her mission to try to screw his brains out. I was shocked, I had no way to come back, and there was nothing I could say, except “wellll that did not warrant you jeopardizing the integrity of our food”. Renee looked at me as if she had seen a monster and walked off. Well all I had to do now was decide how to replace Sherri and Renee without having to explain it to Belinda and Laura. I am screwed.
Today is the day I will have to let, them go, at least I will be clean and refreshed after taking a cleansing shower glad my water was not off this morning. Let me toke up and get my ease on. I will be centered when I get there. I am smelling magnolias, or is it gardenias; anyway, I took the ground route to work this morning. Riding around the lake makes me happy . The smell of the flowers in and seeing the white pelicans on the lake just does something to me. I need an out of body experience this morning. Okay walk in call them to your office and give them their layoff notices. (Talking to myself). When I called Renee and Sherri to my office, I could see everybody peeping in. I had to do it I certainly did not want people on my staff who would tamper with the food. I gave them their notice. They walked out and I saw every one stirring around them, and then they all begin to walk to my office. I was cool. I was ready to stick by my guns; then Phillip and Ross spoke first, they let me know that Laura often referred to them as her uncertain men, meaning she did not know if they were gay but if they were, they would end up like Janet and Andrea. Belinda explained that when she was first hired Laura wanted to know if she was Jewish because she did not want to look around and be working for her someday. Sherri informed me that when she was working a private party for Laura she noticed that the waiters, cooks, and others had to use a special bathroom not in the house or the poolroom. I listened to everything they said and I still could not find a reason to justify letting Sherri and Renee stay. All I could think about was seven years of eating filth deliberately put in my food made me want to kill somebody. I could not justify letting these ladies keep their jobs. Well talk about an act of solidarity, every damn body in the kitchen quite, that is what she gets for paying them so well. They could afford to quite. I realized I was out numbered so I did what any smart person would do, I quite. I called Laura and explained to her that I had a family emergency that would force me to be gone for over a year. I felt like shit in that she gave me one year’s salary, her personal number in cased I needed help and said she would have me back anytime. I need to understand the dilemma I was placed in. A woman who seemed like she was God’s ray of light committing an act I would have never imagined. Sleeping with another woman’s husband and feeding her filth. Laura seemingly a fair and pleasant woman, using stereotypes and prejudices against others when she is among her friends and me this liberal minded New Ager running like a scowled cat rather than facing the problem and trying to resolve it.
This whole mess has taken an effect on me. I don’t eat out anymore. Not because I am sleeping with anyone’s husband, or am full of prejudice, it is because I am not certain what the people who are preparing my food and serving me are into. How awful eating at a place where your husband’s mistress is serving you food for years . My new boyfriend thinks I am so wonderful cooking all the time. I think I will share this story with him. (Think).
© Copyright 2011 Redeemer (UN: hussy500 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Redeemer has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Redeemer has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
No comments:
Post a Comment