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Waitressing Part 1



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 giving people. Granted, they’re paying for it, but still. Food- the way to a person’s heart. As long as their steak is cooked correctly.

Another thing I like is the people I work with. Being in this type of business, you need a personality. But I can’t say everyone I work with has one, unfortunately (for them). Most are younger than me, and fun.


I’ve always been more akin to staying up late, and this job allows that, if you have the good shifts. Good shifts are working at night-obviously more people are going to be eating at night than at 9am when people are scarfing down McGriddles and sucking down coffee on the way to work. And at lunch people aren’t thinking about drinking alcoholic beverages and snacking on appetizers (which hike up tips) so I’m not interested in working mornings. After work, it’s fun to go out with co-workers and have a drink while commiserating about the night’s work. But when you come home, you’re still somewhat wired from the hustle and bustle of the night, so you can’t fall asleep right away. That part’s not so fun.


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Comments

Mackenzie said…
I totally identify with those feelings. I really do love waitressing but sometimes, I have to drag myself into the restaurant. Lately, it's been a struggle to get there on time and act like I care. I always said that this place would be the last restaurant I ever worked in but I like making money and waiting tables is like instant gratification. Maybe it's just time for me to find another restaurant job, some place where I would actually make good money.
Christen said…
You need to come to my place. We're hiring (bigtime) and you bust your butt, but make good money.

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