Restaurant Overseer For Short Novels & Stories

I was promoted to Shift Manager at the end of the week by Zeke, and stood, a little shyly, while the other waitresses and Andy applauded one evening before service. We went back to work, and I was busy mixing my first drink of the night when a cab pulled up outside, and a short man with graying hair stepped into the restaurant. “Who’s the supervisor here?” he said, as he came up to the bar. He had a reedy voice and an officious tone. “Just a minute,” I said. “Actually, ma’am, can you put that bottle down?” The guy pulled up his briefcase and slammed it on the bar. He unclipped it and reached inside.

Smith would let her off the hook this time around. "This restaurant doesn't need such benefits so don't be concerned about it. As long as a person can afford to buy a meal here then you must provide the best service to that customer regardless of class or status. It's your job as the manageress to ensure the smooth running of this business by overseeing this policy are carried out by the rest of the staff." Mr. Smith reprimanded. He is angry at the fact that the manageress chooses to sulk up to Daya and Lisa when they were clearly the one at fault in this situation for barging into someone's room.

The One Gourmet was located in the most strategic location and it was full of customers now because it was lunch hour. She was seated in the furthest corner with a glass of lemon water. Sitting across the table was the restaurant manager, who was reporting to her about the restaurant’s status. Zoe had all but forgotten about everything in the past. Now, she had to make more effort if she wanted to handle over a hundred chain restaurants. The good thing was that she was really committed to learning it all again. She didn’t want to rely on Mason financially, even if he treated her very well!

“...Backup?” He groaned. “Isabella, you’re not running a little tamale stand by the beach. This is a restaurant. In the city with investors and health codes. You’ll need staff, people and multiple stations. A damn brigade. You’re the visionary, the boss and you run the place. You hire the people who make your food when you can’t. You set the tone, the standards but you can’t live on the line.” I considered this and it made sense although it was annoying.

Harvey says as he gestures for me to follow him. He takes me on a quick tour of the restaurant, showing me every section of the kitchen, storage, and dining area explaining my duties along the way. He’s my supervisor, meaning I have to report to him, not that I mind. As long as I have a way to earn a decent living, I’ll deal with it. When we finish the tour, he suddenly tosses an apron toward me. Without thinking, I catch it effortlessly. A smirk tugs at his lips.

Trishia continued like she was lecturing her workers. Ms. Smith nodded. “Yes. I am very pleased to meet you ma’am Trishia Meyer.” She said politely with full of professionalism. “So then, good someone had sense here!” Trishia commented looking at the manager of the restaurant and other crews in the place. “Now, can you call your CEO, your boss, Bill Sky, and let him know I am here? Now, quick!” Trishia ordered like she was ordering her slaves.

“He’s the boss of the kitchen brigade. He handles everything—menu planning, food costing, staff schedules, purchasing, you name it.” I nodded, super impressed. Then a woman in a pink chef’s coat walked over to him. “And that’s the sous chef. She takes commands from the executive chef and manages everything in real time.” I looked around, blown away. “This place is insane. It’s like they’re running a gourmet restaurant, not just cooking meals for a mansion.” “Well... most of the food prepared here is served in the restaurant owned by Master Ryou,” she replied. Ahhh. That explains a lot.

Katy said, and she walked In the kitchen, she changed her clothes to a dishwasher uniform, and she start her job, A few hours later, the board of directors of the company came to the restaurant for Inspection because the restaurant was part of their Investments, When the Leonard Rodman the general overseer of the multi company, and the CEO of the farm Investment, Metty Rodman, the CEO of the supermarket and the restaurant, Katy has never seen either of them, but she heard that they exist, Metty Rodman was curious to enter Into the kitchen and check all the equipments maybe they function normal, and when the supervisor led her to the kitchen, Leonard followed and three of them entered Into th

But a part of me decided to leave this bit of information outside of her ears and eyes. "I'll make you a supervisor instead," I announced to her. Her curious eyes searched my body any hidden motives before glancing back at my face and most especially, my eyes. "What does a supervisor do?" She asked, with so much curiosity seeping from her eyes. "You know, " I started. " A supervisor's job include overseeing the work of the other maids and making sure they do everything right; from cooking, to cleaning, to washing, etc. "I can't do that" she sharply said. I asked her to elucidate properly what she meant by that.

“Not what’s on paper. Tell me what matters to you.” I took a breath. “I care about details,” I said slowly. “About people feeling seen. Food isn’t just food to me. It’s memory, comfort and emotion. A table can heal things words can’t.” He nodded slowly. “That’s exactly what we need.” He flipped through the file again. “You’ll oversee major events, mentor upcoming chefs, and manage high-profile dinners.” “I understand.” “The position comes with pressure,” he added. “And attention.” “I’m used to both,” I said quietly.