The office manager figured out what went wrong: she clocked me in for that shift incorrectly, causing the computer to mess up my cash-out tape. She handed me back $30 yesterday, plus had me re-do all my tipouts (the amounts I give to the bartenders, bussers and foodrunners) in considerably smaller amounts. In the end, I actually got to bring home $102 for my Wednesday night shift, not $51. Thank god.
Between the incredibly busy dinner shifts that leave me physically exhausted, the late hours that have me a bit sleep deprived, and getting all the details of the cashout procedure correct, I’m feeling like I already need a vacation. And I’ve only been working as a server at this restaurant for about a month! Time for a bath…
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