My boss promoted me to the assistant manager position.
I’ll admit, I was honestly gleeful about the position.
I had to transport to the evening shift, even though I did not mind. I guess of myself as a evening out anyways. I regularly had a difficult time getting up in the afternoon to go to the steakhouse. My shift starts at 3:00 p.m. and I simply relieve the boss and owner of the steakhouse. It’s our job to count all of the flowing money in the safe. It’s also our job to make sure that the store and steakhouse has delivered everything that it needs to run smoothly. I do all of the ordering on Wednesday evenings. Last time there were a ton of complications at the steakhouse and I did our best to handle everything in the way that the graceful boss and owner of the store would. The first concern was a purchaser that tried to simply walk out on the bill for his dinner. All of us stopped him at the door and he caused a super large scene. I was going to call the police, even though I thought it was better just to hurriedly take the guy’s picture and let him leave. After the commotion was over, a single of our buyers loudly complained about a steak that was rare when it was supposed to be well done. I sent it all back to the kitchen and found out that there was no A/C in the back. The executive chefs then suddenly threatened to walk out of the steakhouse if the complications with the A/C were not totally fixed by the next day. I tried to call our boss about the complications I was consistently having. I absolutely thought we should schedule an A/C repair for that night.