We Worked Until Twilight’s Last Gleaming And That’s All We Get?!
Our restaurant is the only place in town that’s open for a significant part of the day on July 4th. As a result, we’re packed, but us staff don’t mind as we get plenty of tips and we’re usually guaranteed another holiday of our choosing off at other times of the year.
We’re winding down a truly hectic day, and the tips are being pooled by management. I’ve personally collected over three hundred dollars today, and I know several of my coworkers have collected similar amounts or more.
The end of the day has approached, and the boss is handing out the tips in envelopes to us one by one in his office, which is suspicious.
Me: “75$? There should be way more in there.”
Boss: “That’s what it evens out to.”
Me: “No, it should be more. Can I see your math?”
Boss: “You call me a liar? Between you waitstaff and the kitchen, that’s what it comes out to.”
Me: “There was fifteen waitstaff today, and we all managed a few hundred each over the shift. I personally got $300. Even if I am being conservative, and even divided between the kitchen staff there should easily be over $100 in here.”
Boss: “What can I say, some of you might not have done as well as you have. We’re all team players here though, so go on home and get some rest.”
I leave the office, but I am not done. I talk to every member of the waitstaff as they get their share of the tips, and it’s a similar story. We’ve all made in the region of $300 each, so we should easily be getting in the region of $140-150 each after an even split.
Our boss finally comes out of his office and sees all fifteen of us standing there, not looking particularly happy.
Boss: “What is this?”
Me: “We’ve all worked twelve hours on July The F****** Fourth, and we deserve our fair split of the tips. We’ve all done the math and you owe us double what you gave us.”
Boss: “You’re wrong! You got what you all deserved, now go home all of you!”
Me: “Pay up now, or we all walk, and no one will be here tomorrow… at all.”
Boss: “You’re gonna risk your jobs over a measly seventy bucks?!”
Coworker: “I have two kids who didn’t see me today! I am going to bring home every single d*** cent!”
Coworker #2: “When you’re on minimum wage, $70 is a fortune!”
Me: “The people have spoken. Pay… up!”
I’m not sure if it was the patriotic spirit of the day, but we all stood firm, and he soon realized we were not bluffing. He sighed, and took OUT FROM HIS POCKET, the rest of the tip money! We actually got about $175 each after it was all evenly distributed!
Even though we had won that battle, the fact that he had so brazenly thought he could get away with it left a bad taste in my mouth, and I reported him anyway to upper management. By the time July 6th had rolled around, our manager was on “indefinite administrative leave” and we all received some grocery store vouchers to say thank you for working on July 4th (and for likely not feeling litigious).
Coworker: “Did you hear what happened to [Boss]?!”
Me: “Yes! It’s finally the land of the free and the home of the brave!”