The Sweet, Misunderstood Waitress (from Hell)
The Magnetic Group - Ziggy |
September 9, 2010 Maybe it was the way you buried your face in your hands when we said, “Party of ten.”
Or maybe it was when we had to ask you for chips and salsa that other tables had, and you sort of groaned before begrudgingly conceding that okay, you guessed we could have some.
Or maybe it was finding one of your hairs in our chips.
Or perhaps it was when your co-workers auctioned-off our food, forgot a few items, and messed up some entrées, because, as you later explained, you were “sitting out back, taking a break.”
It could also have been our need to request silverware so that we could eat, the way you disappeared during long stretches of the meal, or the general lack of attention we received in a restaurant otherwise empty.
Whatever the cause, I felt like you didn’t care about our comfort at all.
But then I got your check with the sweet hand-written note wishing me a great day and thanking me for coming in.
And so I lingered behind my group to talk with you, and I realized that you didn’t hate us at all.
You had started your shift at 7am, and we walked in at 1:30 with a daunting group of ten. You were tired, ready to go home, and eager to enjoy the holiday weekend.
And after talking with you, I truly believe that you sincerely, genuinely hoped we enjoyed our meal at your restaurant, and that you really wanted it to be an enjoyable experience for us.
But I have to ask: Other than your heart being in the right place, what did you do to make our stay enjoyable?
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And once again, I’m reminded of why feedback is so crucial.
You never realized how unwelcomed we felt because of your poor body language, ungracious behavior, and inept apologies.
You had no idea how frustrated we were, being neglected at some moments and poorly serviced at others.
And you have no idea that I’m writing this in complete sympathy, because your employer is clearly not investing in any sort of mystery shopping or customer feedback program to give you the tools you need to improve.
So you remain unaware of your flaws and ignorant of the negative perceptions you create.
I’ll probably never visit El Patron again. But I hope this gets to you somehow.
Because you’re a sweet kid who wants to give good service, but hasn’t received the resources and feedback to provide it just yet.



