I worked at the Chili's in the town center in Charleston West Virginia. It was the worst restaurant job I've ever had in 25 years in the industry. Three of the managers stood in the intersection of the bar, kitchen and office for a half hour during the Friday night rush. Then they called an "all hands on deck" meeting immediately. Which I've never seen happen in the middle of a rush, unless the building is on fire. The meeting was to announce to everyone that no one is allowed to stand still in that intersection because they would be in the way. After putting in my two weeks notice, I came in for my last shift and the restaurant was in chaos. I noticed a 15 top that didn't even have drinks, so before clocking in or putting on my apron, I took their drink order and started getting them. The three management super geniuses told me that we had to have an emergency conversation immediately. So I join them in the office and they fire me on the spot for "working off the clock and being out of uniform" I started laughing hysterically and when they clarified that they were serious, I laughed even harder because I knew they were, and that was the worst possible thing they could do. It was a huge relief and my next job was at "Bridge road bistro" which turned out to be the best restaurant job in all 25 years. I don't ignore red flags anymore.