I love being a waitress. I really do. I may complain about things, but it’s not really a complaint, per se, more a telling of a story...that sometimes sounds negative. I may “ugh” and “noooo” when it comes time to schlep myself to my car, pick up my dry cleaning, hit every single red light on the road there, fight 15 people for one spot in the parking garage, and subject myself to stand in a non air-conditioned kitchen waiting for the manager to go over the daily meeting. But once the night gets into full swing: sweating profusely, defending myself against the pompous manager, neglecting my tables because I’m running other peoples’ food, holding my bladder against all odds, picking pieces of cornbread off of uneaten plates because I’m starving to death: what’s not to love? But really, I do enjoy it. I enjoy customer service. There’s just something I get from making someone happy. And news flash: I’m delivering FOOD. Uh…who doesn’t love food? There’s really nothing better I could be...
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