I am half dead right now. I was waitressing tonight at work. For some reason, being out front and serving people takes way more energy than the other jobs I do. I think it’s because you have to constantly adjust how you present yourself to deal with individuals... not that I talk much. I try to do what I have to then get out as quickly as possible.
I have to say, I was pretty nervous about serving tonight. There was a party of fifteen and it was for my cousin’s fiancée’s grandmother. So I knew two people there. Anyway, sometimes I feel... inferior around her so I wasn’t expecting too much from tonight. She’s always been really nice to me, it’s just a feeling I get on occasion. I went in to work mentally chanting Eleanor Roosevelt’s words that no one can make you feel inferior unless you let them and everything was fine. I’ll also say that she was again, as always, very nice to me. I only actually had one irritating moment and it was with her grandfather. I was collecting dessert plates and his was in the middle of the table (two tables put together) and he was sitting rather far back. I wasn’t able to reach the plate, though I tried. I asked “if I could get in there and grab his plate”. Most people just hand me the plate. He backed his chair up more, giving me enough room to slide between him and the table and reach for the plate myself... Thanks a lot buddy.
Of everything I put up with at work, that’s the one thing I really hate. I cannot deal with snobby people. They infuriate me. I expressed this to my co-worker, Paul, who always serves. He told me a story about how he was having an issue with a customer. The customer actually asked “Do you know who I am?” First off, I live in a city with 58 000 people. No one of any major significance lives here. I think what Paul answered is the most brilliant thing ever. He looked at him and replied “Do you know who I am?” Which is genius.
I won’t go on a rant because I don’t want to give snobs the attention. But I will wrap this up by telling you three wonderful things.
A hot shower after a long day is amazing. Baggy clothes that just let you breathe are fantastic. Not having to wear a bra is just lovely. So that’s how I’ve ended my day. I might watch a movie for a bit, but I think I’m off to bed...
Night.
Lauren.
in and out :) good philosophy!
ReplyDeleteDid you watch a movie in the end or did you just have a sleep?
Wow it must have been super annoying that he didnt give you the plate,I always try to help out by handing the waitress/waiter the plate myself :)
ReplyDeleteWordLover: Thanks. I'm really too shy to enjoy waitressing. I started watching a movie but about twenty minutes in I decided it wasn't worth it and went to bed.
ReplyDeleteSmileyfreak: Given that it was the only incident of the night and it was at the end of the night, I chose to let it slide. I'll have to see him later this summer, but other than that, I doubt I'll be in contact with him. On behalf of waiters and waitresses, thank you for being considerate and kind. It really does help.
I give ppl who "deal with the public" so much credit...I'll never forget working as a cashier and having some belligerent guy say, "I PAY YOUR SALARY." I wanted to say "F*ck you." But instead, I decided that maybe sales was not for me.
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