My Biggest Mistake

I violated the cardinal rule of business, never start a business in an area you have no experience. If I had worked in the restaurant business previously, I might have recognized Todd was blowing smoke a lot sooner, maybe even before we signed the contract.

Every time we talked to Todd, he mentioned he would set us up with all the adult teams so we could offer locker room setups of pizza and beer when they played. Robbie was young so he probably didn’t know that was BS, but Pierre had been involved with the local rinks for years and should have known this wasn’t possible without planning ahead.

Here’s how it works in Texas. When you apply for your liquor license you have to supply a diagram of the space governed by the liquor license. Todd gave me a diagram of the snack bar and bar, which included a partial diagram of the lobby. To license the entire building, including the locker rooms, we would have had to provide a diagram of the entire building. Pierre could have gotten a diagram of the building when he worked for corporate. I’m sure he knew we needed it because he drinks and you have to stay in certain areas of the building when you drink alcohol. It is against the law to serve alcohol outside of the licensed area. At the very least Pierre should have said something when Todd was telling us we could provide liquor in the locker rooms. I had no idea you couldn’t walk around the rink with your beer.

You can’t see the rinks very well from the bar in the McKinney arena. That’s why we wanted to put a camera in each rink and hook up to TVs in the bar. Parents like to watch their kids practice and play and we like to sell alcohol. If I had known Todd wasn’t going to allow us to put in cameras, I would have at least licensed the tables next to the snack bar in the lobby. That way parents could sit at the tables and watch one of the rinks.

This whole thing was one giant mistake. I broke the cardinal rule, I believed Todd when he said he was going to help us, and I trusted Pierre to lend his knowledge and expertise to guide our business to success. Pierre was the skating expert and he said nothing to let us know Todd was leading us astray.

SHARK!

I hear ‘Jaws’ music every time I see that word. But for now, I’m talking about the San Jose Sharks. I’ve been to Shark Stadium a few times when I volunteered to work at the United States Figure Skating Championships. So when Damon suggested we call them for advice, Kyle and I jumped on it. Damon said the Sharks had a full-time restaurant in their stadium and it did well.

Since Kyle was an experienced bartender, we decided he should be the one to call. Whomever he spoke to at Shark Stadium was happy to help us and gave Kyle all the advice he could think of. Far more helpful than Todd, Damon, and the rest of our local hockey team landlords. You know what the Sharks didn’t say? They didn’t say we should fry our French fries to be successful. That’s right, Todd, Mr. Self-Proclaimed Food Service Expert who lets his employees contaminate our ice and steal from us, the successful Sharks did not validate your advice.

So what was the first thing the Sharks said??? You must have a ‘no outside food or drink’ policy in the arena. Of course that’s what they said. We’ve been saying that all along – it didn’t take us long to figure that out and now we had validation. But to no avail. Todd and Damon were determined to avoid helping us in any way. Everything Kyle learned from the Sharks involved help from our landlord to which Todd and Damon said ‘no’. The good news was the Sharks had no criticisms of our restaurant and bar setup and handling. The bad news was our best avenues to success were completely blocked by our landlord.

Where is Jon Taffer When You Need Him?

Honestly, I needed someone with a big presence to stand up for me. Someone with a strong sense of right and wrong. Someone to look these guys straight in the eye and let them know stealing will not be tolerated. Someone Todd cannot threaten or intimidate. Someone who will say what needs to be said and not back down. So, I applied to Bar Rescue.

Obviously I needed help with these relationships, but we also needed help with our bar. We needed outside help to design a concept that would draw the neighborhood into our bar. We needed a plan to bring business and club meetings into our restaurant and a schedule to push Pierre to do his self-proclaimed marketing job.

But help did not come. A white knight on a silvery white horse did not gallop in and rescue me. Superman did not swoop in and fly me to safety. Holy shots in the dark, Batman and Robin did not repel down from the roof to fight off Todd and Damon. The Force was not strong in this one and the stars swallowed her up and spit her out.

So Much for Starting Over

About a month after The Intervention and Todd’s promise to work together, I got to see Todd’s idea of working together. It was a Monday. I had some business to attend to, so I arrived to open the cafe a little later than usual. The parking lot was packed. I was shocked because Mondays were never that busy, even on school holidays. I went in the rink and there were people everywhere. I had no idea what was going on, but I was pissed. I saw people leaving when I was pulling in, so I knew the unknown event was about over. Someone should have told us there was an event that day so we could plan to be open.

As I was opening the cafe, one of the nice parents came over and warned me that we were about to get very busy. I thanked him, but I figured we had already missed out on most of the business as people were leaving. We had missed out for sure, but the next thing I knew I was slammed with lunch orders. If I had known ahead of time, I would have opened about 3 or 4 hours earlier and had Kyle come in to help – and we would have had the bar open, too.

One of the really nice women that worked at the front desk came over later and told me she would be glad to open the cafe for events if I couldn’t make it. I told her I would have been there if I had known there was an event. She was shocked no one had told us. Turns out, the hockey franchise players were holding a practice at our rink and signing autographs. All these hockey stars were in the building and we knew nothing about it. And why didn’t corporate order food from us? You know the locker room had snacks for all those athletes and the crew. If the local hockey team is going to rent out space in their arenas, they should support their tenants’ businesses.

The next day, Todd walked into my kitchen to inform me he had talked to Damon and they had decided it wasn’t Todd’s job to inform us of upcoming events at the arena. So much for starting over and partnering. So much for our success is good for the arena. So much for me being nicer so they would be good to us and treat us right. I told Pierre what Todd had said and pointed out the betrayal of Todd’s words from our meeting. This was definitely a time for Pierre to go to corporate to discuss the meaning of support and business partners, but he did nothing.

I Need a Lawyer

How did this happen? How did I get here? My landlord organization, the employees of the local hockey team, is fraught with thieves and persecutors. The general manager of our facility and our contact at corporate act like I’ve lost my mind when I tell them stealing/sabotage is not acceptable behavior. The man who was supposed to be my partner and help me build this restaurant and bar into a viable business has thrown me to the wolves. He, too, acts like all this bad behavior is my fault. It’s clear from the intervention, no one is listening when I talk.

It’s time to talk to an attorney. And it’s got to be a high powered one. It’s time to take what little money I have left and seek out a downtown Dallas firm. If I have to go up against a hockey franchise, I’m going to need big guns. It’s expensive to ask legal questions and research options. At this point, I’m just trying to figure out where I stand and what’s going to happen in our ‘starting over’ phase. Time to smile, lay low, and turn on all the spidey senses.

Looking back now, I have so many questions about what was going on here. Were Pierre and Todd in cahoots? Did they plan to squeeze me out from the beginning? Did Pierre use me to front his new business with my retirement fund and all my hard work so he could swoop in after a couple years and just take over? Am I a victim of theft by deception? Is Pierre truly a con man, or just a bad partner? Has he done this to others? I have begun investigating some of Pierre’s other business dealings to see if there is a pattern to his actions. If I don’t look into it, no one will. Is the local hockey team so narcissistic and misogynistic that they don’t care about employees stealing from their company and their tenants and persecuting their female tenants? Will Todd have to look up these words to see what they mean? If you have any information on any of these people, please let me know. Thanks.

The Intervention

After 18 months in business, Pierre, Todd, Kyle, and I were meeting to air out our differences and ‘start over’. Little did I know, I was walking into an intervention. First, Pierre and Todd talked about how important it was to have a good relationship. As usual, Todd went into his little speech about our success was good for the rink. I just smiled, swallowed my skepticism, and tried to overlook the fact that he had been saying that the whole time he was sabotaging our business. I didn’t want to undermine the chance to make things better. I needed the stress of bad landlords and bad rink management to dissolve into dust and blow away.

Next, we talked about Max telling all the parents not to buy from our cafe and bar. Todd’s response was that Max was very loyal to him. What does that mean? Max only badmouthed us because he liked Todd? Was it Todd’s idea? How does that fit into ‘our success is Todd’s success’? Does that mean Todd is not going to make it stop?

Kyle brought up a few points about the bar. Each time I tried to talk, either Pierre or Todd would cut me off and go on with something else. Here I am, the one with the most to say, not getting to talk at all. I’ve been robbed, threatened, and sabotaged and I don’t get to let any of it out before we start over?

At one point, Todd brought up our hours so I explained how our open hours came about. Todd decided to be offended at what I said – I don’t know how anyone could be offended at our choice of hours. So Kyle jumped in and explained that Todd’s reaction wasn’t what I was saying and went on to talk about our hours. Todd was then ok with our explanation. It’s ok if Kyle says it, but not ok if I say it. Kyle was the only one who defended me during the entire meeting. The rest of the time, Pierre and Todd just cut me off.

Todd needed to leave but he wanted to clear the air on some things that really ‘bothered him’. Once again, he repeated his same petty grievances. After 18 months, can he not just get over it? That’s what they’re asking of me, after all. Todd reiterated our huge business mistake of not listening to him and frying our French fries. Todd, the food service expert, who allows his employees to stick their dirty hands in the ice machine to get ice for ice packs. The same ice we use to serve beverages. We’re supposed to hang on his every word and do his bidding? How in the world can someone hold a grudge against you for not frying French fries? Does it get any more petty than that? Is that the biggest control freak move on the planet? And then Todd had to hurry out for another commitment. I guess we have wiped the slate clean and are starting over. Really? One good thing did come from this meeting. Before Todd left, he assured us our success was important to the rink and he intended to partner with us to keep us informed of events and make things better.

I was devastated. The air was perfectly clear to me. No one was going to listen to me, ever. Nothing was going to change. Pierre, my partner, was not truly a partner and did not have my back. My retirement money was almost gone and there was no light at the end of the tunnel, not even an oncoming train to put me out of my misery quickly. I went home and cried.

Do Over

Anyone who’s been in a relationship has heard “let’s start over” more than they would like to remember. Am I the only one who thinks the person saying that is really saying they have no intention of changing whatever is bothering or hurting you? They want you to forgive and forget while they go back to the same bad behavior. No apologies. No nothing.

Don’t get me wrong. I know some people who say that fully intend to leave some of the bad behavior behind and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. They heard you and are ready to make things better because they can’t imagine a life without you in it. So they clean the slate and start fresh, with a whole new attitude. I salute these people, but they are few and far between.

So, it’s no surprise that I got a bad feeling when Pierre suggested we meet with Todd, talk about our issues, and start over. I would love to start over if Todd and his people would stop stealing from us, stop sabotaging our business, and stop disrespecting me. But is that what is really going to happen? Will they start recommending us to parents and parties? Will they give us ‘no outside food or drink’ policies? Will they keep the lobby clean at night and mop up the vomit? Will they stay out of the cafe when we’re not there? Will they get ice from us so it’s not contaminated by their dirty hands? Will they be courteous to me and all my employees? Forgive me if I’m skeptical, but it’s worth a shot if it makes business better.

Good Advice

Writing this blog has been difficult for me. It stirs up memories best forgotten. I feel so stupid believing and trusting people. Sometimes, it makes me cry. Some nights, I have bad dreams after blogging. What was supposed to be a $12,500 investment almost took everything I owned. But if I save even 1 person from losing money in a business venture or prevent a good human being from being exploited by Pierre, Todd, or Damon, it’s worth every tear.

Pierre kept telling me I needed to be nicer to Todd and the rink employees so we wouldn’t have any issues with them. I had already smiled and joked with those guys. I had given them free food almost every night for months. I had given them a discount on their purchases. I hadn’t done anything except ask them to stop when I found they were stealing from me. I hadn’t reacted when they called me names. In fact, I literally let them treat me like dirt as I smiled and gave them freebees. How do you be nicer than that? After months of this behavior, it became clear to me it wasn’t going to stop unless I stopped it. Pierre hadn’t been any help at all. I was watching my retirement fund disintegrate before my very eyes and I’m supposed to be nicer? So yes, I finally drew the line and put up security cameras and stopped rewarding their bad behavior with free pizza and cookies. These actions in no way make me the bad guy and yet everyone was treating me like I was.

One of the owners of The Great Outdoors Sub Shops remained my mentor the entire time I owned the restaurant. For that, I am eternally grateful. When I discussed these issues with her, she told me to get out as fast as I could. I wanted to, but I was in too deep to just walk away. I truly believed we could make this cafe lucrative with Pierre’s help. And I wanted to recoup some of my money. I had lost so much since Robbie dropped out and Pierre had never put in the cash he had promised from the beginning.

Besides The Great Outdoors, I also asked some questions on one of those free lawyer advice websites. The lawyer who responded didn’t really answer my questions, he just encouraged me to get out as fast as I could. While this advice wasn’t comforting, it told me I wasn’t the crazy person Pierre, Todd, and Damon made me out to be. But what do you do when you’re caught in a riptide of people bent on sucking you dry? Sink or swim?

Being a Boss – How Hard Can It Be?

If you have to ask, don’t do it. I have hinted at this, but now I’m going to tell you some of my stories, and this doesn’t even include most of the thieves and snots I referred to in earlier posts.

Lee had worked at several of the rinks when Pierre asked her to work for us. He later told me people were shocked that he wanted us to hire her. She was great about some things; she had experience, she had good party ideas, she donated some office supplies (which I later found out her husband had lifted them from the main ice rink in Frisco), etc. But if you didn’t know this before, know now that people can only be on their best behavior for so long and then the true person shines through. Lee became controlling and insubordinate. I told her over and over not to cook food when there was no one in the rink. Still, she would make 2 pizzas, 2 cheese breads, and not 1 but 2 batches of popcorn at 9am. We would have to throw out all of it because we didn’t have customers until 4pm that day. We wanted to be there to start building a daytime business but we didn’t want to waste food. She said she couldn’t work in a snack bar that had no food. I tried to explain that people would prefer to wait 7 minutes for fresh pizza than eat out of the warmer. One day she said to me, you just want your way because it’s your restaurant. Well, duh! My restaurant and my money you’re throwing away. I also told her (and many other employees) she couldn’t put her phone and personal items on the counter, as the counter was sanitized for food prep. One Saturday, we were super busy and I had said something to her that pissed her off – don’t even remember what it was. I saw her phone on the counter by the coffee machine and it was covered with cocoa powder from making hot chocolate. About 30 minutes later, Lee starts demanding I return her phone. I told her I didn’t have it. She said she would call 911 if I didn’t give it back. I told her to go ahead as I didn’t have it. So right in front of the customers, she starts making a scene and dials 911. I guess she hung up without talking to anyone, because the next thing I know she’s quitting and leaving me with all the customers. I heard her come back in twice before she was gone for good. I saw later that she had taken the box of office supplies, some she had donated but some I had bought. So she stole some stuff on her way out. I went to make some coffee and the cocoa powder had been wiped up. Best I can tell, she must have stuck her phone in her own pocket when she cleaned the counter and then forgot where it was. The police came, because they have to even when you hang up without reporting anything. I explained what happened, again in front of customers, and the police were satisfied and left. I assume they called her on her cell because they asked me for her number.

What’s her name – I can’t even remember her name. Tattoo pregnant girl whose boyfriend sat in the arena while she worked her shifts. I was trying to teach her how to make the pizzas – everybody has to make them the same way so people can count on good food no matter who is working. She got madder and madder, saying she couldn’t work with me looking over her shoulder. She told me I should leave her alone, as she could figure it out on her own. It was a half pepperoni half plain cheese, as someone had ordered 1 slice of pepperoni. The pizza finished while I was in the back, so she pulled it out and cut the pizza into fourths. But instead of cutting along the line of pepperoni so you end up with 2 slices of pepperoni and 2 slices of plain cheese to sell, she cut it so she had 1 slice pepperoni, 1 slice plain cheese, and 2 slices that were half pepperoni and half cheese. I don’t think she was figuring it out on her own. So I tried to help her with the next pizza. She got very angry and told me off as she quit – and once again it was a busy Saturday. After she left I got a letter from the State to garnish her checks for unpaid child support. What is wrong with people?

We had one bartender who was a veteran and had a lot of stories to tell, which is good for a bartender. I figured out he was helping himself to the alcohol. He quit before I could ask him about it. Right after he left, I received a letter from the state to garnish his checks to pay back child support. Another guy started in the cafe and started training as a bartender. I knew there was something wrong from the security camera, but like Kyle said we needed proof before we could confront him. He decided he didn’t want to work in the cafe anymore (just in the bar), but I’m the boss and I expected him to help where ever whenever I asked. One night I left and told him he needed to mop the floor before he left. Later when I looked at the security camera, he did mop but he flipped me off in the camera several times. Once I figured out that he was helping himself to alcohol (he was under age for drinking but not for serving) and he was serving his underage friends, I moved him out of the bar and back into the cafe. He applied for a job with the rink, which was fine with me as I don’t want employees who don’t follow the rules. He came in for his Sunday shift, gave me a resignation letter and told me off – even after Kyle had told him not to make a scene. Then he went over to the front desk to hang with his new friends. Good riddance. Another bartender decided she only worked for Kyle. It’s my restaurant and my retirement money that pays her check. One day she told me she didn’t need to do anything on the list of things to do because the bar was already clean enough. So I told her she could do them or go home. I heard her start to lock up the bar. I told her she was not to close my business and lock out customers just as we were about to get busy and she should clock out and leave right that minute. She started to cry as she packed up and left. This was about the time I was thinking about getting out of the cafe business, so I told Kyle she owed me an apology if she wanted more hours or Kyle could bring her back in after I was no longer around.

Oh Sean, I’m so disappointed in you. Sean was difficult to train. He just didn’t pay attention to anything. He had to be monitored and directed, but he was young and this was his first job. Then he changed. He got motivated and started cleaning and doing things without being asked. It was wonderful. Little did I know it was a facade, a misdirection. One day a customer came in with his receipt and explained that his receipt didn’t match his credit card bill and he never tipped on the card, he only tipped in cash. I thought it was a mistake as I had found a mistake previously where Sean had mistaken a 2 for a 4, and it was close. I had to really look at it to see it was a 2. I did my research on this man’s receipt and had to tell the customer it wasn’t a mistake and gave him the tip money back. I then pulled all the signed card receipts and compared them to what was entered into the pos system. Sean had overtipped himself at least $500. I checked all the receipts for all the employees – don’t want to discriminate or overlook another thief. Every morning, you should compare all the card receipts with the computer entries. Catch thieves right away. I had to call Sean’s parents to let them know what happened and have them bring him in that day so I could fire him. I was crushed. Sean’s dad assured me he would make Sean pay me back. Then I requested all the credit card numbers from my pos vendor and credited all those customers’ overcharges. It’s been several years now and I haven’t received a penny from Sean. I even texted the exact amount to Sean and his dad to remind them. His family can spend thousands on hockey but can’t repay stolen money.

Ryan was the first employee to request to be paid by debit card rather than direct deposit. Our accountant didn’t do paychecks, he just set everyone up as direct deposit or debit card. After the first check she claimed her money wasn’t on the card and customer service said they were working on it. I got all the information from our accountant to show that her money had been sent to the debit card. Meanwhile, I offered to front her $60 cash for diapers, to be paid back when she got her next paystub. Always get this in writing. They have to sign they know you will be taking money out of their pay because of the laws governing employees’ pay. She didn’t show up for her next shift and then quit just at the end of a pay period. I immediately made sure the accountant was deducting the $60 to get my money back. When Ryan got her check stub, she sent me threatening texts. I guess she faked all of this to steal an extra $60.

Bryan was a good friend whom I had known for about 15 years. We had worked together at a computer company. Bryan had fallen on hard times, leaving him homeless and jobless. I gave him a job at the restaurant and a free place to stay at my house. Big mistake. Instead of being grateful for free rent and a job, he argued with me on everything. He refused to do things the way he was trained because he knew better ways. I tried to explain that he would be a mentor to new employees and consistency was very important. He argued that he could keep track of things without following procedures. (Horrible procedures like – drinks came with 2 free refills so we would mark the cups as people came back for refills. He said he could keep track without the marks, but what if he’s not the one at the counter when they come back?) He’s my friend and I bent over backwards for him and he refused to do as I was paying him to do. No wonder he was jobless. He was a nurse and I’m guessing hospital management doesn’t put up with that kind of crap. After I left the restaurant business I got a letter from the State to garnish his checks for unpaid child support. Later I read about narcissistic behavior and that described him to a Tee. Bryan no longer speaks to me and even unfriended me on facebook.

As you can see, being a boss has numerous challenges. I made notes in each of these employees’ files in case they ever became issues. When I was a teenager, my dad taught me that you are being paid to do a job that was designed by the people paying you. It’s ok to express your opinion if you have some ideas, but you always do the job as trained. That’s what you’re getting paid for. Seems like many parents didn’t teach this philosophy. My mistake here was opening a restaurant when I’m too old to do all the work myself.

Rink Cameras

We had always talked about putting cameras in the rinks. Our dream was to be able to have a membership app so parents could check on their kids from a remote location, like work, or another venue when they had multiple children in different sports, etc. Similar to a nanny cam, right? But to start with, we just wanted 1 camera mounted at the end of each rink (there were 2 sheets of ice), a camera cover as kids liked to target such things in hockey practice, and a line run through the ceiling to a tv in the bar. Very simple, no wifi, no recording devices, nothing else. And there were 2 flat screens side-by-side in the bar that were perfect to have a live feed from each rink. A perfect setup for parents to check on their kids while enjoying a little downtime in the bar.

Once again, Todd was dead set against any ideas we had that would contribute to our success. His reason here? Cameras in the rinks could be considered child pornography. What??? Did I hear him correctly? You gotta be f****g kidding me! Heck, with hockey you can’t even tell there’s a kid under all that equipment. Figure skating dresses may be skimpier but competitions are broadcast worldwide and no one considers it to be porn. And we weren’t even talking about broadcasting at this point, just a live feed in the same building.

We loved the idea of putting cameras in the rinks. Parents adored the idea. And even though Todd always talked about how important our success was, he would not approve the idea. I felt totally roadblocked in every direction. The cafe was bleeding money and every lifeline to success was brutally severed, by one man. Why was this man so fixed on our destruction? And where was Pierre? Why wasn’t he advocating for us? Pierre always talked about wanting the cameras, too. Why wasn’t he talking to Todd? Why wasn’t Pierre talking to his former coworkers at corporate? Cameras would be an excellent marketing tool; why wasn’t Pierre pushing for them? How can I ever build this business with no support? Such a simple request with so much potential, and nothing.