Confessions of a Line Cook: a final act of classiness

Saturday, April 10, 2010

a final act of classiness

so, how we did the tips at the old place (place i was just pushed out of) is that instead of having each server tip the cooks and dishwashers out at the end of each shift, all the tips are pooled and on the fridays we don't get paid we got our tips.  they were always split equally between the day crew (who did most of the prep) and night crew (who did lots of cooking).  so, yesterday was the tip friday.  after all the stuff that went down i didn't go back and get my tips cause i needed to cool off, and i was busy looking for another job.  so i went in this morning.  calm, smiling, not looking for a fight or to cause a scene.  el chefe was out front and i said "hey, do i got tips?" and he goes "no, we split them up between everybody else, we didn't think you were coming back."  i said "well, i'm not really coming back, i just want my tips."  he said "we thought you'd never set foot in here again"

is that a good reason to not give me the tips i worked for and rightfully deserve?  i don't think so.  was i surprised?  fuck no!  do i feel my last paycheck is in jeopardy?  fuck yes!  do i feel fucked out of fifty bucks?  you bet!  am i gonna get mad and do something about it?  nah. 

but do i want to?

hell yes i do.