Prehistory to quitting (1 of 2): November.

As more prehistory to my quitting, during the cold snap in early winter it was the same weekend early afternoon shift that can be slow, and it was slower than usual with dine-in although there was a lot of takeout orders, and suddenly 3 different tables came in all at once, first one and then like five minutes later 2 others.

And, my coworker was in the back doing takeout -- only one of us can be in the kitchen at once, and at least one person has to be outside -- and I went to help one table, and then the table right next to them that I had checked on a few minutes earlier wanted help right then so I took their orders, too, which actually turned out to involve a lot of special requests etc. that we had to talk through, and then I went to the front to return menus and type both orders in, and then something happened where it turns out that one of the rarer and stupider delivery apps where you have to actively confirm the order by hand had had an order for an expensive dish waiting for like 6 minutes, and the phone rings and it's the (husband) (Thai) restaurant owner and he was mad because he had looked at something and seen the cancellation, and he was mad that I wasn't behind the counter to confirm it and so the customer had cancelled the order.

(For some reason, the order later reappeared and it went through as normal, so who knows what that whole thing was about.)

So, he said sharply in so many words that I was fucking off by the front host stand and I had to explain to him that I was helping customers by typing in orders at the host stand -- "But there were no tables," he was like -- and then I had to explain that we suddenly had 2 tables and it was one of those things where they both needed help at once -- -- but, "Why did you go there and not to the back," he was like -- and, I explained to him that I was returning menus from the customers to the front host stand like we usually do, so I used the computer there --and, he didn't say much, then, but, he still seemed displeased and he said that I should stand at the back more during that particular shift, to help out with takeout orders.

And, that was reasonable, so I said that I would, and I did that from then on, during that particular shift.