I hit 10,000 covers in a 40-seat joint and nearly walked out
Worked a solo Saturday dinner shift at this tiny spot downtown, 40 seats max, no dishwasher. By 9pm I had rung up 96 covers myself, expo, fire, plate, run, bus, reset. The owner came back sipping wine while I was scrubbing pans and said 'great pace tonight.' I hit exactly 10,000 covers for the month after that shift and realized I was doing the work of three people for minimum plus tips. Management didn't care, they just saw the number and smiled. Anyone else ever crush a ridiculous milestone and feel completely burned out instead of proud?