Wednesday, January 7, 2009

SOL: A Tale of Staff Bathrooms

Buzzing flies, empty soap dispenser, no toilet paper, piles of shoes and dirty aprons. Why is the staff bathroom always the most depressing place in the restaurant? Currently, we don't even have a staff bathroom because the toilet is completely dismantled. If a staff debris room was what we craved, we couldn't ask for a better one. And it might be okay if we were allowed to use the customer bathroom. But if a customer comes, we cannot go. If you see what I'm saying.

I suspect the boys must be sneak a leak in the alley. But as one of three women who work in the establishment, we're SOL. Ahem. The debris room has a mirror, so I can put on lipstick or smooth my frizz but that's about all it's good for. And so we wait. I try to limit my liquid consumption - usually I'm too busy to hydrate anyway - but, still.

It's not just peeing that's the issue. The debris in the debris room prevents the door from closing, so you can't change in there. And the, "Oooh, I followed you in here just to see you in your underwear" joke has really gotten old. Or so the guys are telling me.

3 comments:

Errant Gosling said...

That's rough. Not that this sort of things gos very far in your industry (or at least it did not while I was in it) but, at least around here, you're legally required to have access to a bathroom. Between this and the poor scheduling...is a better restaurant available? It sounds high-end and is likely otherwise worth it, but...

Oh, and that's just something guys say. It never gets old. :)

M said...

It's not actually as bad as I like to make it sound. And it has perks in other ways...free meals, free drinks. If only they knew I'd work just to get fed and get drunk...

Errant Gosling said...

I was never a server. I was a cook, and then a chef, in a place that really didn't deserve the title. It's a different experience, as to us, servers were always something of the other team. But it's easy to identify with your stories. And I hear you on the free food. When I was a cook, my grocery bill was cut in half, or more.