I work at as a server at a restaurant and we have “winter” hours and “summer” hours if that makes sense. Our website and google clearly say 10pm is closing however in winter especially during the week its dead by 8:30 so to save money they started closing at 9. People do get this and we haven’t had a lot of problems but one night I was working with my manager and another girl and these 3 people had come in for a dinner/work meeting a little after 8 or roughly. We served them their food and thought nothing of it as we’ve had people sit and do work in here before just not often.
I had a great job for about seven years. It started out great and I was an entry-level employee on the worst shift possible. My work and skill were recognized with promotions and raises, even a transfer to a project which was the gateway to a position in regional management, a job that would take me out of the retail world of nights, weekends, and holidays with benefits that would have set up a nice career and life for my family.
At the end of the project, however, the numbers they ran to measure our success were analyzed and found lacking. After a year of work, my upward trajectory stalled and I was forced to relocate back to the store where I was hired. I took a job as an assistant branch manager in an area of operations I didn’t exactly enjoy or perform well in. On top of that, the store had turned over most positions and I knew very few people or their abilities. My boss was someone who took my failure on the big project as a sign I wasn’t as big a deal as people told him and so began treating me like shit.
I was depressed about it, unhappy with my job, but motivated to stay and work at it because my wife had become pregnant. But every month, it just got worse. I hated waking up on work days. Every few weeks it seems by “regular schedule” would change. We went to some ridiculous 10-hour days that were broken into first and second shifts. I put in for jobs at the regional office that I knew I could do well, but I was never interviewed. Eventually, the regional office laid off most of its staff sending a message that office locations would be suffering the same “belt-tightening”.
It got to the point all the employees either didn’t like me or trust me. And it was a fair assessment. I wasn’t fair or impartial or even competent. It was a rough pregnancy at home and I wasn’t prepared for the temp job I’d been assigned. If I had the savings tied up or could count on unemployment upon quitting, I would have left, but we lived paycheck to paycheck and I was nothing more than a shell of a human being coming to work, speaking in business terminology, hemorrhaging business because morale in the store was an open wound.
As the night was wrapping up we cleaned the bathrooms (we start that part around 8:15/8:30ish) and I notice they are still there. Well me and the other girl were on floors and one of the other servers had been on bathrooms that night so I kept my eye on them and the time. When it comes to sweeping and mopping every night two people split the room in half and they get to decide which side they want. Well we can sweep with customers still here however we aren’t allowed to mop until they’ve left so a little after 9 (our chairs are stacked, the floors swept, everything is done except mopping and they clearly haven’t taken the hint that we are closed oh.