NOT ANGRY ENOUGH YET

Boo, I shall be angry hopefully by the end of the week. Current job has lovely feedback and customers. This means all jobbie and bums as I should be angry grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ANGRY I SAID. Give me a week and I crack open a tin o' beans and tell you a story or twa.

Good night

Who first?

Having worked in hospitality for almost 10 years now, I have come across many a difficult customer.  My experiences include:

• The gay hairdresser who felt it appropriate to throw money/napkins/cutlery on the floor and demand my waiting staff pick them up for him.  After being asked to leave, he then proceeded to call me and complain about the worst service he ever had.  Of course, he was promptly invited to dine elsewhere as we weren't going to be able to cater for drunken idiots who liked to show off to their equally horrid dining partners.
• The drunk lass who demanded to speak the manager (myself) within 5 minutes of entering the restaurant.  She was complaining that there was no free booze on the table for the birthday girl!  I told her she was in a restaurant and not a Wetherspoons.  She ended up being escorted off the premises.
• Then there was the delightful Aberdeen University professor who invaded one of our private dining rooms so he could make a loud and quite frankly, boring speech to the rest of the restaurant (the private dining room was on a mezzanine floor - the perfect platform for his pompous witterings).  When asked to come down, he launched into a vicious attack on myself and other staff accusing us of being aggressive.  We simply asked him to have consideration for the other diners.  Brains he may have had but class he lacked.
• Now, finally, the teachers.  Never have a more fearful pack of monsters been witnessed in public.  Teachers really really don't like to be told not to do something.  So much of their lives are taken up with bossing young defenseless (well.....sometimes) kids around that they feel they can extend this behaviour to members of the restaurant trade.  Being told to 'Fuck off' by a badly dressed, badly fake baked, badly behaved educator was enough to have my new Duty Manager in floods of tears and at the back door sucking on a Malboro Light.

So these are but a few of my tales.  I'm not sure of the legality of naming names but i'm game if you are.  Or we could just drop enough clues that we will all pretty much guess which Aberdeen gastronomers we are hinting at?

Get the stories in then boys and girls.

FD