Email To The Boss...

I hardly slept at all last night. I woke up crying. I feel so...useless, and so beat down. It sucks. I called Bethany, and Nick, and Jenna to ask all their opinions on the situation. I told Bethany I really wanted to talk to Mr. P. about it because he usually has the end-all say-all in these situations. But Bethany said I should just email him, because he won't answer his phone, and he's impossible to catch up with. So I did. And here's the email.

"Hey Mr. P,

I really just wanted to talk to you about what happened last night, because it has left me feeling very unsettled. When Blinn told me he believed I was giving away drinks, I was pretty much shocked. Mostly because that's more than just a work issue; that says something about my character. I really love, and appreciate my job at *******, and I want to do my best. I want you to know that I would never do anything to jeopardize that. I know I make mistakes, and when those are brought to my attention, I do everything I can to correct them so that I don't make that mistake again. As far as last night goes, I'm not going to make excuses; I just want to explain myself.
Paul Jones, who happens to be a loyal regular, came to my well, and ordered 6 vegas bombs from me. Then he asked if I could bring them down to the DJ booth, since all his friends were down there. I said, sure, since he is the customer, and I wasn't about to tell him no. So as I was making his shots, another one of my customers, Jenna, approached me and ordered a drink, and a beer. She already had an open tab, so I finished the shots, made her drinks, gave them to her, and then rushed to the other end of the bar to give Paul his shots. When you approached me, I was in the process of handing them to him. You asked me what I was doing down there, so far away from my well I would guess. I didn't want to keep standing there, and get in trouble, so I told Paul I would be right back to get his money, knowing he was good for it, since he is a regular. There was a ticket printing out in the waitress well, and Paul had to set down the shots on his table before he could pay me anyways. So I went back down to the other end to quickly make the ticket. At this time, Blinn questioned me about whether or not I had rung up any of the drinks. I explained what was going on, and told him I just needed to go back and get Paul's money. I didn't want you to get mad at me for standing around on the complete opposite side of the bar from where I was supposed to be, and I didn't want Blinn to think I was sherking my duties, or stealing. So I explained that Paul was a regular and that I knew he wouldn't run off. As soon as I finished the waitress ticket, I ran back down to well 5 and got Paul's money. Then I rang up his shots, and Jenna's drinks all at once on bar left. Then I went back to the waitress well.
I had no intentions of giving anything away, I was just trying to consolidate my trips, keep up with the waitress tickets, and not get yelled at! I know about the action/transaction policy, and I'm not trying to dispute that at all. It's just sometimes hard to follow this system flawlessly when so many things are going on. I admit, there are times I forget stuff, and I'm far from perfect. Sometimes when it's slammed, I take up to 10 orders before heading to the computer. I do my best to ring up every single drink. I am an honest worker, as well as an honest person.
I do understand you guys are trying to run a business, and that were I in your situation, I might have taken the same actions. Sometimes it's hard to tell exactly what's going on behind the bar from the outside, and I know you all have a lot of employees to manage. I don't have any problem accepting punishment when it is deserved, but in this case, I just thinks it's very unfortunate that you all came to this conclusion. I didn't, as far as I am aware, give away a single drink last night. And even though I think this is an unfair punishment, I can accept it. I just needed to explain myself, and get this off my chest because I don't want you to underestimate my integrity.

Thanks for listening,
Peyton"

I let Bethany proof-read it and she said it was perfect, and that Mr. P. would either write me back, or call me. So we'll see...

Demetri Of The Day:
"I was on the street. This guy waved to me, and he came up to me and said, “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.” And I said, “I am.'”