Wow! I can’t believe it has almost been a year since we’ve lost our dear friend, Bill. I miss him dearly, and so does the rest of our staff. I feel so lucky I was able to know Bill—such an awesome guy. New customers often ask about Bill’s photo that hangs above the bar. I am always happy to talk about him. I usually talk about how proud he was of the actual bar that he built himself. He apparently drove in his truck with this large piece of wood sticking out. Then he made that piece of wood into the beautiful bar we have today, at Grill On The Hill.
Let me tell you about the day I was hired. A good friend of mine from school named Otho kept telling me about the place. I finally agreed to check it out and we ate meatballs. That's when I was introduced to Bill. I was looking for a part-time job, but I didn't really want to get back into the service industry after working at previous bars. Then I found myself asking him for a job and telling him all my qualifications. I was hired on the spot, and that day, my life changed. Grill On The Hill has become such a huge part of my life; my co-workers are like family.
Bill was so cool, I will never forget my waitressing days, especially this one time. A customer gave me some serious attitude and I ran to Bill telling him the story. I said I would not serve those customers anymore, there way no way. Bill disappeared for a few minutes and when he returned, he told me that I WOULD be serving the customer. I couldn’t believe he would make me do that. When I went back to the guy, him and his three friends all apologized to me.
A few weeks before Bill passed away, he promoted me to bartender. I had completed literally only one shift before I was called in to help bartend for this special Brunch. Long story short, this was one of the busiest days I’ve EVER worked at Grill On The Hill. It was also full of some of the angriest and most impatient customers. I made a HUUUUGE mistake that day. I gave the wrong customer somebody else’s credit card (one of my worst nightmares). I ran to Bill and told him the story in a panic. He calmed me down and said it was ok, that we can give the other customer a gift card to express how sorry we were about the mistake. I was terrified and I insisted that Bill came with me to break the news. I was actually really lucky, the guy was so cool about it. He cancelled his card and laughed when he told me the couple who accidentally left with it ran around trying to charge it in various locations.
That same night, Bill bought us all dinner to say thank you for working such a chaotic shift. Then around 8pm I was getting ready to leave so I went to say goodbye to Bill. We were all a little concerned about him at that point. He had not been acting like himself, he was off. I asked him if he was OK and he told me he would be. I hugged him and then I realized he had tears in his eyes. He said he was a fighter and I agreed. I was in a rush to leave and I never realized that would be the last time I saw him.
I miss you Bill, we all do. Rest in peace my friend.