Just in case you don't know, being cut means you're shift is done and you get to go home. Hooters, like most restaurants, doesn't give you a set shift end time, rather the restaurant volume dictates when you'll get to leave. Generally our first cut is relatively early because there always seems to be way too many girls scheduled in the first place (i.e. dumb scheduling manager). These first one or two girls are cut at around 7:00 p.m. The next cut is usually at 9:30, followed by one at 10:30 leaving two girls to close the restaurant.
I ALWAYS close. Usually I do not mind closing. It not only means more money for me on that given shift, but also more shifts because I am easy to work with. Once in a blue moon however, I too wish to be that lucky girl who gets sent home quicker than she can pull on her nylons. Unfortunately, I am never that girl (especially on nights when I have super important things to do, like say, watch American Idol).
You see there are politics surrounding cuts and when I saw politics I mean the really dirty kind where there's a huge coverup to hide some elicit sex and gambling ring that takes place in the basement of City Hall. Girls who want to go home early every night know how to play dirty. There are several tactics for this. One tactic is the ever popular, "I have homework" line. Now I'm not saying you don't have homework, but as the only college grad at our Hooters I'm pretty sure you don't have a paper due EVERY damn day; I was there, I know. Another favorite tactic is cheating on cut games. Generally this will involve something like doing the name tag draw when not all the girls are present - funny how those not present have to stay. And let me tell you, it's the same girls who go home early all the time.
So why does Hooters keep these slacking girls? Well a good part of that has to do with the fact that girls like me will work their asses off picking up the slack. If I do twice the work and never complain they don't have to hire another girl. Also, some of these girls are our trainers who, in the beginning, worked their butts off but now don't give a damn knowing that they won't get fired because it would look bad. Meanwhile, the rest of us trainers not only do twice the work but get a bad rap from the other girls.
It's all good though, I'll keep working my buns off and making my money and someday perhaps I'll miraculously have homework for a class I'm not even in. Oh and just so you know that homework involves watching American Idol.