So it’s been a while since I decided to update this blog. I’m not okay with that. But here it is.
I've got some news, however;
Recently, the management at the restaurant where I work decided to implement a thorough test for all of its current employees. For many of the new hires, the test was significantly difficult.
For the rest of us, the test was incredibly easy.
Although it broke my heart to watch the newer portion of the staff racking their brains to find the complete compendium of ingredients in the lobster melt, I was infinitely appreciative that nobody actually asked me to take the test yet. Whether that was intentional or not, I was ultimately grateful that the management didn’t need to have documented proof that I had the ability and the know-how to sell a shitty bottle of wine to a throng of old ladies.
The saddest part of all of this was that someone eventually found out that I never took the test. So they sat me down and put one in front of me.
How bad could it be?
I was determined to bang the test out at quickly and exit the restaurant at my earliest opportunity. I trained dozens of employees throughout my tenure. I showed plenty of waiters how to operate terminals and serve food. I taught countless men and women about the inner workings of kitchen etiquette. How hard could this test have possibly been?
I was shit out of luck. I didn’t know the majority of the answers. The information would have come more easily to me if I had slept in that day and dreamt the answers up. So I scribbled in a bunch of subtly fictitious answers.
As if on 3-day cue, my manager approached me to screen the answers to my test.
I was so definitely boned.
…Or so I thought.
What the hell...
...They believed me.
And I'm still employed.