Last night I had the displeasure of going to BJs restaurant. I went with a friend of mine and when we walked in there was a crowd of employees at the door. One was on the phone, a few were talking, another was just standing there. I had to wait to even be acknowledged. When someone finally decided to notice us she was very nonchalant about it, saying, "oh sorry." We get sat and finally get our order in. The waiter doesn't write any of it down.
I get that some people can do that, I didn't say anything to him. However my friend started asking questions about a dish and I just had this feeling he was going to forget and get our order wrong. He did. He brought the incorrect food and as he laid it on the table he said, "and this isn't suppose to that etc etc." Basically points out everything that is wrong.
I know some of you may think that it's the cook's fault but I saw the receipt. He put the order in wrong. I get that shit happens you know, I didn't make a huge fuss over it. I was gonna end up with free side dishes.
However it was kind of aggravating in addition to the lack of service at the door. I did not say anything though. So he told us he would be back with the correct side dishes and I proceeded to reach for my plate and to my horror there was a long, thick, dark hair on my food. It covered most of the food.
I was instantly sick to my stomach and really had no interest in eating. Something like this has never happened to me before and I feel sorry for anyone that it has happened to. My friend pushed my plate away and we waited for the waiter to return. He came back, without the side dishes and asked if something was wrong with my food.
I said, "Well, just the long thick hair on it."
He said, "oh my god."
Which kind of made me laugh inside because he seemed truly taken aback. I'm telling you it was VERY noticeable.
He said sorry kind of half heartedly and said he would bring a new one. My friend decided to wait for me to get my food, thinking it really shouldn't take long anyway.
Like 10 minutes later the waiter comes and asks if I would like a soup or salad while I wait. I had already had a salad earlier before the food came. Remember...the order he didn't write down.
He then said, "Oh yeah you already had a salad..ok."
Then he just left.
30 minutes later out comes my food! I do not work in the food industry but really..after finding a hair I would have thought that would be put out STAT. Especially since they closed in an hour and were not busy at all.
Needless to say my friend waited that whole time and his food was cold. I really had no interest in eating after that and didn't eat much. Ended up getting a to go box.
Now I don't expect an ass-kissing or anything but besides my half hearted apology from my waiter no one said anything to me. I would have thought that the manager or someone would have come out and done some damage control. I mean yea he messed up my order, not that big of a deal. However I found a fucking HAIR on my food. A thick, long, dark hair on my food! This cannot be good for them. I left feeling ripped off and sick. I do not think I will be returning anytime soon.
School keeps me very busy but I just had to share my Sunday with you.
(Photo above from my cell phone)
The door counts were in the 300s all day. This means 300 card holders...not people.
So a family of 5 with one card gets counted as 1.
These counts are also done every half hour and I assure you every half hour just brought more idiots and little demon spawns.
They took my help from me right when I got there so I was alone all day.
I wonder if I keep telling myself "I love my job" I will believe it at some point. lol
Hope all is well in your side of the world.
Dear "I want one from the bottom" shopper,
I saw you shopping today, digging through my product and throwing empty boxes behind you. I waited to see if maybe you would pick up that box you just put on the floor, of course you did not. You walked away as if the box was already there and you glance at me insulted because you had to walk around it.
However, I SAW YOU put it there. Yes, I see everything you do. I know what you are doing even when I am not looking at you. How you ask? Because there are so many of you and you are all the same!
I have a question for you. Why must you get one from the bottom?
I know you are assuming its "fresher" or "newer". Most of the time they are not though. They are either all the same date or occasionally the older ones may end up on the bottom. Older on the bottom you gasp! Yes, because random people sometimes get their hands into the department and stock it wrong.
Sometimes I want to save you the embarrassment of lifting boxes and looking like a fool (oh yes you do look like a fool!) but mostly stop you from the mess you are creating! So I tell you that they are all the same (why would I lie?) and there you go digging towards the bottom still. Do you realize how stupid you just made yourself look?! Do you realize that you are the butt of the jokes of every employee in the store?!
The other day I encountered one of your "buddies" they went straight for the product without looking at any of it (and they never do look).
I proceeded with my normal, "they are all the same" line and I actually got a response!
Now, I might have believed them if I had not just personally stocked that product and knew they were all the same date, came at the same time and even from the same place! I might have believed them if they even looked at the product on top. However, they did not even look at the product they grabbed from the bottom!!!!! Idiots!
I just really wanted to let you know how stupid you look to the world, the employees and the few "normal" shoppers.
I also wanted you to know how horrible you make my day and how much you ruin my mood. Do you enjoy making life hard for other people? Does it make you happy?
You know I would not have an issue with you reaching into the bottom if you had the common courtesy to not make a mess. I watch you move boxes onto the floor and on top of other product (you are crushing and ruining product btw!) and then you walk away! Why?!
No, it is not my job to clean up after you. It is my job to have product out for you to buy. Which you make impossible when I have to follow you around like the small child you are and clean up your mess.
Then you have the nerve to come to me and demand to know why something isn't out for sale!
I have time lines to keep and managers to make happy; you come in and make it all last longer and get me in trouble for not having everything finished because I had to fix the mess you created!
Do you realize the hassle you are and the problems you create?! I hope that stuff you got from the bottom rots quickly and I hope you got the oldest product we had. Why?
Because you don't deserve good things for the trouble you cause. I hope you have a horrible day, just like the one you create for me.