I worked as a busboy at Quincy's for one Stampede Week. What a bloody nightmare. The manager is all "you'll be working as a bartender, making good tips, can you start tomorrow" so I said yes. Then for the next weekI was a busboy. I kept haranguing him saying "I thought I was supposed to be a bartender..." and he's like "next week next week we need experienced bartenders during Stampede...."
So I suffered through the lying and filth, thinking it would be a decent summer job. After a couple days of busboying and clearing maybe 20 bucks a day while the waitresses raked in hundreds I decided to let the clear their own damn tables. That was not a popular decision with the staff or the manager but they couldn't dump me in the middle of Stampede week. I don't know why they couldn't dump me, cuz I wasn't doing anything. 3 days in I knew the restaurant business wasn't for me but I finished out the week cuz I needed the money, paltry as it was, for drinking.
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