if you have read my about me, then you know i wait tables on fri and sat nights. this started last year when my husband was laid off and we needed extra money- no biggie- i waitressed all through college. i stayed on this summer for extra income, and the money is just too good to give up now.
this weekend made me want to quit. it was one of those nights (sat) that made me want to walk right out on my tables.
why do customers feel the need to take out anger and frustrations on their waiters/waitresses??
for example: we have new menus- they are nice, hard cover looking like yearbooks-fancy too, and so the owner has given explicit instructions to the busboys ” do not serve chips and salsa until the menus have been taken away by the waitstaff”
now, with people being automatically programmed for chips and salsa from the likes of don pablos and so forth, they of course become LIVID when the chips are not brought immediately to the table. and, often times, people do go ahead and use the menus as placemats if they some how inssit on chip/salsa while they are eating chips and salsa and trying to figure out what to eat for dinner.
that was only the half of it. sometimes things go on that are even more out of my control; one entree came out and wasn’t hot enough, a glass a patron got at the bar had a crack in it, someone spilled their drink all over her fur coat all by herself. and it was busy- and the manager was breathing down our necks to turn tables.
like waiting tables, and everything else in life, there are things that go on that are sometimes out of my control, and you just gotta roll with the punches!
All I can say is hang in there! I have three sisters, and I am the only one who didn’t brave waiting tables
(Though as an undergrad I did my time in Wawa…)
I love all of your kitty pictures! Especially the one yawning. Pics of my dachshund will be going up this week. I’ve been away from him all week, but my husband let Sherlock bark a message on my cell
It made me miss him more.