Showing posts with label tip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tip. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

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Mini-Pizzas

I have worked at Napoli’s for about six months now. I love the job, I enjoy most of the people that I work with, and I make enough money to sustain myself. The one thing I wish I could change would be to make the customers treat me better. I deal with a lot of crap at work.

On Friday night, Kylie, Courtney, and I have started to make mini-pizzas. They are fun for us to make, take less time in the oven than normal pizzas, and are so much fun to eat. The simple things in life make me happy.

It began with the idea that we could conserve the excess dough from things and use it at the end of the night. The past Friday, however, we just made six mini-pizzas out of a medium dough ball. Why we didn’t just make a medium pizza? That is a good question that will forever go unanswered.

My question is, why hadn’t Kyle and Courtney thought of this before? They have both worked there for a long time, Kylie since they opened almost six years ago. When I asked, they just said that they had done other things with it, just never this.

Lately, that has become the highlight of my workweek. I deal with so much crap, and this has become my reward. No longer are the tips the best perk of the job, the mini-pizzas are.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

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Just Plain Rude

I hope that when you go out to eat, you tip well. I am so tired of people who come in, and often even compliment the food and the service, and leave 10% tips. I deserve better than a 10% tip.

I tip more than 10% when the waiter spills water on me or curses at the table, it is just plain rude not to.

How would you like it if I came into your work, sat in your office for an hour, and then took all of your office supplies and inconvenience you in every way possible.

I can understand that if I got paid a normal wage, but I get $2.50 an hour. I am lucky if my paycheck from working full time reaches $100. I live off those tips people. Be a little kinder.

There is physically no way that I could do my job better. I cannot move any faster, I cannot carry more than three plates of food (having only two hands and all), the soda fountain only fills drinks so fast, etc. I am a friendly person and always smile and treat my customers with dignity and respect. What else do you want from me?

And parents, don’t let your children trash the table, would you let them do that at home? And if they do, you better tip your server extra, for the extra work they have to do cleaning up after your monster of a child.

Just some food for thought.