Sandwich Artists

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I’ve worked in a few restaurants, so I know it can be stressful. I remember the time I was opening a bottle of wine for the owner of a resort I worked at. I stood next to the seated guy, struggling with a cheap corkscrew while he stared at the bottle with concern. The sodden cork in his 1952 Chateau Look-At-Me almost tore in half, threatening to ruin the wine he’d chosen as a means to impress his date, who was half his age.

Not fun.

But being a restaurant manager is an even tougher job. Wait staff members call in sick. People come and go faster than the GOP front-runner in a Presidential election. The pay isn’t all that good given the hours and responsibility.

But sometimes a manager needs to go, especially if they’re tripping on a power-surge from exercising limited authority over others. Or if they’re humorless. But how do you get rid of your boss while still having fun?

This internet post suggests the ideal approach:

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There’s only two outcomes to this scenario.

Outcome #1: Vince gets so frustrated that he moves on. This is preferred because his response above clearly indicates that the universe is telling Vince to find work elsewhere.

Outcome #2: Vince installs a hidden camera in the restroom to catch the perpetrator. The bread artist gets caught but then says “Oh yeah, show me some proof.” He then hits Vince and the restaurant with a lawsuit. If, say, this happens in Virginia and the employee is under 18, Vince gets hit with a Class 6 Felony. And the restaurant gets ravaged on Yelp.

This is the more likely outcome. And it’s proof that non-violent resistance still works best. I’ll bet Gandhi had a summer job working at an Olive Garden at some point.

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4 thoughts on “Sandwich Artists”

  1. I never want to be a restaurant manager, mostly because I have no idea how to handle bread in the toilet.

    Here’s to hoping Vince avoids a felony!

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