In the restaurant, a Paris Hilton came in with her 2 boy toys. I was trying to seat them, and they were taking their sweet time being indescisive on where to sit even though there was a crowd behind them waiting to be seated. I patiently waited and tried to offer my two cents on where to sit, and answered their questions. The bitch decides that I'm getting smart with her, and says, "Little girl, you are very short today." I said, "Thank you, you are very observant," trying to play it off. She then demanded to talk to the manager and smirked at me all night. She told the manager that I was rude and other bullshit. Just my luck, the FOB Japanese head manager was leading the place that night. If you think that the customer is always right here over in the states, try Japan (I'm half Japanese, so I can say this). One customer once complained that I'm "too chatty," which had already put me on the radar. Even though I had said nothing to the bitch except to answer her questions and point out the different places to sit, I was still deemed "too chatty," and the manager is threatening to put me back on training. Yeesh, if one of the other managers had been on duty, they would have at least asked me what happened, and let it go with nothing but a reminder that the customer is always right if she was obviously difficult.
Man, I fucking love snotty foreign managers who come over here and love to talk about how they came over here but struggled their way up ("Stupid lazy Americans" bullshit). You know, the ones, who have finally earned some authority and abuse it like 21 year olds with booze, as they can finally do to others what others have done to them.



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. Occasionally the place would break into applause when said nasty person was tossed!
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