The Key.

A couple of weeks ago my boss at the restaurant decided, for some unknown reason, to put a lock on the refrigerator of white wine. No lock on the closet of red wine, no lock on the upstairs cooler, no lock on the racks of wine above the salad area.
What makes this annoying is that the upstairs wine fridge can only hold the bottles we carry by the glass. Which means that each time a table orders a bottle of wine, we have to go downstairs, unlock the padlock, retrieve the wine, and re-lock it. FROM THE KEY THAT'S HANGING NEXT TO IT.
This? It makes no sense. We had a break-in a while ago, so I can understand locking these wines at night. But while we're rushing around trying to serve people? NOT HELPFUL.
I just don't understand. And if he thinks we are the liability, then ONE person would have the key. As I've established, we all have access to a lot of non-refrigerated wine. (And also? We don't steal.)
And also? THE KEY IS RIGHT THERE.
Of all the asinine "rules," this comes in first. It makes our lives harder, it makes our customers wait longer, and it makes me think my boss is an idiot. There is NO reason to lock a wine fridge during a shift.
If he's that paranoid, hire a bartender.
Until then, he should trust his employees. If I grab a bottle of wine from an unlocked case or take five minutes to fumble with the key, unlock the padlock, get the wine, relock the door, put the key back, and the curse my boss---
Well, if you ran a restaurant, an establishment that should thrive on efficiency, what would you choose?
Fuck the key. I threw the key tonight. I hope it's lost. And then even he can't open the cooler.
That would serve him right.

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