The first Saturday Night Barbeque is over. The only brief excitement was the maintenance department forgetting to turn off the timers to the automatic sprinklers. The ones next to us came on, giving us half an hour to figure out how to turn them off or put on a happy face with a wet t-shirt contest.
More trials with the girl who won't work. I clocked in watching her try to take an empty golf cart to go "check out the scene" while the bartenders were trying to haul their stuff out. Golf carts are a precious commodity. Tonight she "went to the bathroom" and came back twenty minutes later...with the score of the Lakers game. Then she went to put on her makeup -- half an hour. After Anjie and I loaded the entire wine station, hauled it out to the poolside and set it up, here she comes half an hour later with two wine racks she's just polished....on a slow day it takes 10 minutes a rack, and we already had plenty. She took a 25 minute dinner break, then came back and asked "shouldn't we start clearing glasses?" We'd been DOING that for quite some time. She decides to go follow the food cart back to fill up to go boxes for her family. (That alone is worth a write up -- they're very strict on take home food. Official quote: "We don't mind feeding you on the clock, we just don't want to feed your entire family, too.") Then Anjie and I break down the wine station, take two full golf carts back, and she wants us to bring back the golf cart so she can put three trays and a rack of glasses on it....I don't think so. You can carry that and save yourself a trip. I spoke to a manager. It really irks me that I haul myself around doing my work and hers, and she gets four evening shifts next week. I. Work. The. WAGONTONGUE. All week. It takes a lot of milkshakes to make up for not working in the dining room at fifty cents gratuity a shake....
