Last night at work sucked. No surprise there, but it sucked for an entirely different reason.
Usually, on Thursday nights we have a bus person (usually a high school girl) come on to clear tables, since we waiters are usually too busy trying to serve customers. Last night, however, our designated bus person, Stephanie, didn't bother to show up.
This is not the first time she has done this. Last Thursday she pulled this stunt as well. Yet she will probably be there tonight without any sort of punishment or disciplining. Our emplyee manual (such as it is) states that anyone who doesn't show up for even ONE shift without calling or making arrangements will be fired.
The problem is that Stephanie's mom is best friends with Sheila, our head waitress. Nothing was said to her (to my knowledge) last week. It's crap like this that makes me want to just run off screaming and get a cave in the hills to live in.