I must say that at UES Restaurant, the managers are the nicest I've worked with. Well, nice being they don't degrade me with nasty comments or look at me like I'm a piece of meat to drool over. The general manager just wants you to do your job, he helps out with seating customers, running food, dealing with crisis...the other two managers are the same. At least the GM knows how to use Facebook...gee, he's innovative. I don't think he knows I'm looking over his shoulder when he's on the computer cause I'm nosey.
One restaurant manager I worked with years ago at a major event space in the Bowery, he was a condecending ass (no, being French didn't have anything to do with it) besides the fact he was indicted before for embezzling $10,000 from a restaurant he worked with. Oh yeah, and he was sleeping with our phone receptionist....I'm digressing...Frenchie refused to learn how to use e-mail or the Internet. I discussed this with a friend who worked under him...he's horrible to work with but to know him and to go into one of his restaurants, he will treat you generously. He now works at one of those private restaurant clubs on the Upper East Side (though they let anyone in), and he comped us for our drinks and dessert and ordered the bartender to keep refilling my champagne...no charge and wouldn't take my tip.
Anyways, back to the present at UES Restaurant, no complaints really except perhaps the manager who also assigns customer seating on the floor gets snippy when we get slammed, but I really can't blame her.
Oh yeah, and I almost said "fuck you" to a busboy who yelled at me for getting in his way...please, how about I trip you with those ruby red Kate Spade ballet flats I bought?
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