I don’t know if you guys saw the episode of Kitchen Nightmares, or if you’ve seen anything from their facebook meltdowns. But Amy’s Baking Company in Scottsdale, Arizona openly admitted to stealing their servers tips! So if you could please publish this, it’s a link to a petition to get them investigated by the US Department of Labor, and hopefully the resulting legal action will ensure that everyone who worked there gets compensation for the lost tips.
Not only do they steal tips from the servers, they are verbally abusive to their staff and customers. This was all shown on the Kitchen Nightmares episode, as well as many reviews from people who’ve eaten there. I’m sorry that this isn’t exactly a Robin, but I’m hoping that if you guys publish it, it’ll get the remaining signatures it needs (which is about 800 more at the time of submitting).
Ramsay talked to a former waitress there, and the waitress said she’d seen 50 people come and go in her year and a half there. The husband admitted that it was more. So please, Robins, let’s help the Robins who suffered at the hands of Amy’s Baking Company hopefully get back the tips that are rightfully theirs!
[I also don’t know what to tag this as, but considering the verbal abuse I’m using the trigger and violence tags.]
YOU LITTLE PUNKS REALLY NEED TO FUCK OFF FOR ONCE. NEVER HAVE I OR MY HUSBAND STOLEN TIPS FROM OUR SERVERS. YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM. YOU KNOW WHY DON’T YOU HAVE A CUPCAKE? YOU’RE TOO BUSY WASTING YOUR LIFE AWAY ON TUMBLR NOT HAVING A REAL JOB. BIG WOW KIDDO. I’LL BE SURE TO ALERT THE POLICE AND FBI COMPUTER CRIME UNIT OF THIS BLOG AND HAVE IT REMOVED. HAVE A FUCKING GOOD DAY.
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