I worked with a girl for about three weeks. She was in grad school, really efficient, totally friendly and reliable. One day she just didn't show up. No call, no show, as they say. I suppose it's possible she caught a case of the "I don't give a shits" but isn't it also possible that she fell into the portal? The manager told me he thought it was odd that she came in the day before to get her paycheck when he knew she was on the schedule for the next day. Duh, manager. All signs point to "the bitch is quitting."
There have been several chefs who were only there for a few days. One was named Ryan and he was there just long enough for our one female co-worker to decide he was hot. As soon as that was determined, he was gone faster than a stick of butter at a Paula Deen pajama party. We never learned if he was fired or if he quit or if he too was sucked into the portal that carried him off to another land. Adam was our chef for a few months and one day he was gone. I heard he quit to be a waiter at a pizza place but it's entirely possible he was another victim of the Queens Bermuda Triangle. Our latest mysterious disappearance is that of Chef Nathan. He seemed so invested and ready to become an integral part of the team but after being closed for three days for the holidays, he never showed up again. Calls to him went unanswered. The last we knew, he was going to Connecticut for a few days. I have not been there since last week, so who knows if he ever showed up or not.
The question is "Why do people come and go so quickly there?" It could be that the restaurant is sitting on top of some ancient burial ground for Native Americans and by coming to work, we are continuously upsetting the ghosts who in turn make sure certain employees will never set foot inside the restaurant again. It could be that people find better jobs and decide it's time to move onward and upward. However, the most likely cause is that our manager doesn't bother establishing meaningful connections with any of his employees and they have no sense of duty, obligation or loyalty meaning that if it's too rainy outside and they don't have any bills to pay that week, they say 'fuck that shit, I ain't goin' in."If you ever see that this blog or the Bitchy Waiter Facebook Page has been inactive for too long, you will know that I have followed the footsteps of those before me who were lured into the black hole of Queens and pulled into the darkest depths of unemployment never to return again. Then again, it's entirely possible that I am just too hungover to drag myself to the computer, so don't go all crazy or anything.