UGH! I am absolutely FURIOUS right now!
I'm a hostess at a pretty well-known restaurant; I was told when I first started that, if I worked hard and asked for a raise one month after I started, I'd get a raise and then three months in, I'd be made into a server.
Well, here I am, six months in, and still a hostess; I've come in with a smile on my face every single day and night, never complained, worked harder than I have in my life, helped out wherever I could, bussed table after table after table even though we don't get tipped out for doing so (that's the server's job), then asked for a raise three times spread over a couple of months, and nope, nada. I've been told by my managers three times that they would discuss my raise at the next meeting, only to find out that it "didn't come up".
...Gee, thanks.
So then yesterday, I offered to close for a fellow co-worker, who was getting screwed into closing because the other four hostesses (myself included) had worked the morning as well as the night shift, so they were weaseling out of there early (even though that's not how it's supposed to work). She told me no, that she was okay with closing because she'd just gotten a raise and needed the money.
...
I've worked DOUBLE the months that she has, have a better attitude, can perform all of the hostess roles at my restaurant (she's not quite at that level yet--comes with experience), AND she's leaving to move back to Hawaii in two months.. and the managers know that she's leaving! And gave HER a raise the first time she asked for it!
At that point I was simply mad at the jerk faced General Manager and was planning on having a civil discussion with him the next chance I got. But then, a new hostess of three weeks piped in, asking how much I made. I told her, and, without thinking, she blurts out, "Even I make more than you do!"
I lost it. I burst into tears and ducked into the bathroom so that I wouldn't have black mascara tears streaming down my face in front of the twenty or so guests we still had on our wait list.
I have poured my entire heart into this stupid restaurant, taken great pride in my work and faithfully checked the bathrooms and cleaned up after guests, and I have stupid DREAMS about being made into a server..
...And they're paying this new girl who is extremely indifferent to the job, doesn't try very hard, lingers around the host stand complaining about whether or not her jerk boyfriend likes her or not, who won't bus tables because it's beneath her, more than me? Really?!
So then BOTH of them followed me into the bathroom, trying to make it better.. leaving the host stand unattended. Guess what? I'M the one who got berated by a manager when I finally managed to stagger out of the stupid bathroom. If the situation had been reversed, hey, I would have stayed out there and done my job. Why? Because I know what I'm DOING.
I couldn't keep it together to run board after that, my eyes kept leaking; the more experienced girl tried to take over when I went and furiously cleaned tables to keep from sobbing out my frustration, but ultimately a manager had to do it because she can't do it.
And all the while as the manager was doing MY job, the one that I was excelling at, the job that I can do but the other two could not, I kept thinking "And you're paying THEM more than me?"
Don't get me wrong, I really like my co-workers; they perform their jobs adequately. I just feel like I've been slapped in the face with a metal glove. I try SO HARD to please everyone, I LOVE my job and it's obvious that I do, and just.. I can't believe it.
I told one of my managers that I was going to put in my two weeks that night, and he immediately pulled me into the office, heard me out, and now, gasp, I FINALLY have a raise, am making about the same if not slightly more than the other hosts, and they're going to make me a backwaiter (which means more money).
The only other host who has more experience than me is about to be made into a server, so I'd be the head hostess, not to mention, three of the other experienced girls who actually know what they're doing are quitting this month.
I'm still considering leaving; it shouldn't take one of their best hostesses threatening to quit for them to take action. I'd find another job first, but I can't believe it.. I'm just.. ugh. Not thrilled.
I'm a hostess at a pretty well-known restaurant; I was told when I first started that, if I worked hard and asked for a raise one month after I started, I'd get a raise and then three months in, I'd be made into a server.
Well, here I am, six months in, and still a hostess; I've come in with a smile on my face every single day and night, never complained, worked harder than I have in my life, helped out wherever I could, bussed table after table after table even though we don't get tipped out for doing so (that's the server's job), then asked for a raise three times spread over a couple of months, and nope, nada. I've been told by my managers three times that they would discuss my raise at the next meeting, only to find out that it "didn't come up".
...Gee, thanks.
So then yesterday, I offered to close for a fellow co-worker, who was getting screwed into closing because the other four hostesses (myself included) had worked the morning as well as the night shift, so they were weaseling out of there early (even though that's not how it's supposed to work). She told me no, that she was okay with closing because she'd just gotten a raise and needed the money.
...
I've worked DOUBLE the months that she has, have a better attitude, can perform all of the hostess roles at my restaurant (she's not quite at that level yet--comes with experience), AND she's leaving to move back to Hawaii in two months.. and the managers know that she's leaving! And gave HER a raise the first time she asked for it!
At that point I was simply mad at the jerk faced General Manager and was planning on having a civil discussion with him the next chance I got. But then, a new hostess of three weeks piped in, asking how much I made. I told her, and, without thinking, she blurts out, "Even I make more than you do!"
I lost it. I burst into tears and ducked into the bathroom so that I wouldn't have black mascara tears streaming down my face in front of the twenty or so guests we still had on our wait list.
I have poured my entire heart into this stupid restaurant, taken great pride in my work and faithfully checked the bathrooms and cleaned up after guests, and I have stupid DREAMS about being made into a server..
...And they're paying this new girl who is extremely indifferent to the job, doesn't try very hard, lingers around the host stand complaining about whether or not her jerk boyfriend likes her or not, who won't bus tables because it's beneath her, more than me? Really?!
So then BOTH of them followed me into the bathroom, trying to make it better.. leaving the host stand unattended. Guess what? I'M the one who got berated by a manager when I finally managed to stagger out of the stupid bathroom. If the situation had been reversed, hey, I would have stayed out there and done my job. Why? Because I know what I'm DOING.
I couldn't keep it together to run board after that, my eyes kept leaking; the more experienced girl tried to take over when I went and furiously cleaned tables to keep from sobbing out my frustration, but ultimately a manager had to do it because she can't do it.
And all the while as the manager was doing MY job, the one that I was excelling at, the job that I can do but the other two could not, I kept thinking "And you're paying THEM more than me?"
Don't get me wrong, I really like my co-workers; they perform their jobs adequately. I just feel like I've been slapped in the face with a metal glove. I try SO HARD to please everyone, I LOVE my job and it's obvious that I do, and just.. I can't believe it.
I told one of my managers that I was going to put in my two weeks that night, and he immediately pulled me into the office, heard me out, and now, gasp, I FINALLY have a raise, am making about the same if not slightly more than the other hosts, and they're going to make me a backwaiter (which means more money).
The only other host who has more experience than me is about to be made into a server, so I'd be the head hostess, not to mention, three of the other experienced girls who actually know what they're doing are quitting this month.
I'm still considering leaving; it shouldn't take one of their best hostesses threatening to quit for them to take action. I'd find another job first, but I can't believe it.. I'm just.. ugh. Not thrilled.