Thursday, January 19, 2006

Personal Manager

A guy walks into a bar. He is striking. Not attractive. He is striking because he tries to hard. Hair that belonged to one of the Jackson Brother's post Jackson 5. He thinks he is something special. He thinks he deserves something. Maybe once or twice he has been paid to be photographed. Maybe once he appeared on a reality show. Short lived reality show. Short appearance on that show. Maybe the manager wouldn't have even know this until pointed out to him.

The manager has seen this guy in the bar before. The manager has no personal feelings (positive or negative) towards this guy. The manager hears the cries of his staff when they complain, moan, bitch about the poor patronage of this "special" guy. Past appearances by this guy at the bar have ended in drama. Trouble. Financial issues. Superior attitudes. Ignorance. Disrespect.

This night the guy had only walked into the bar three minutes ago. Claimed ownership of two large booths. Order 3 bottles of wine. Not from a waiter but from the bar. The tab was $96. The tip was $4. Yes, $4.

$4....Dollars!!!!!!

The manager sees the shock in his bartender's face and the fire brewing inside his waiter. The waiter more pissed off that they are sitting in his section and ordering from the bar. The manager investigates. Takes the credit cared slip to the table where guy is sitting.

The manager proceeds to politely explain to guy (in private) that the establishment and the staff have continually experienced various issues with him and the groups of people he brings in. This including the $4 tip he just left. The guy attempts to explain how the tip is sufficient. The manager containing his anger and laughter decides to set up some guidelines for the evening. This includes encouraging the guy and his party to order from waiter not the bar if they choose to continue to enjoy the two large booths they have for the free show that will be presented later. Another guideline includes paying in cash as they order per order. NO TABS. NO CREDIT CARDS.

This guy who walked into a bar thinking he is someone special, says to the manager, and I quote.....
"I am not talking to you, let me get my personal manager and you can talk through him."

The manager is thinking ("personal manager???" not personal assistant? who is he, Paris Hilton's black cousin?")

The manager says..."It's not your personal manager I have a problem with. I don't know why I need to speak with your personal manager, this is the way things are proceeding tonight and there is no more need for discussion."

The guy..."Because I told you to."

The manager....Because you what?"

The guy....(with a 'talk to the hand' gesture) "No more! Talk to my personal manager!"

Someone please inform the manager what exactly is a personal manager? Someone please explain why they may be needed? At all hours of the day? On your birthday at a bar with six other friends? What are the duties and responsibilities of a personal manager?

More importantly, where can one get a personal manager and what is the going rate?

2 comments:

me said...

atta'boy chaddy boy!

Anonymous said...

Clearly, this poor man has sold his soul and conscience for a personal manager. Seems like his reality went down the tubes with it. Sigh...