Thursday, September 27, 2012

10 things I love about serving....

1. The hours. (be there at 10:30 a.m. and I can leave at 2 p.m.)

2. The pay. (be there at 10:30 a.m. and I leave at 2 p.m. and make $100. Do the math.)

3. The managers. They are hilarious and there is a certain level of comfortableness. (Things I do not like about managers: they are sometimes not hilarious and the certain level of comfortableness can disappear in a matter of seconds. BUT lets focus on why I like them.)


4. Free food. How else do these customers expect us to describe and suggest items to them if we don't try it first. Yummm.

5. Wine tastings. How else do these customers expect us to describe and suggest wine if we don't drink it all try it first?

6. The coworkers. We are a work in progress "family". When we really need each other, we really back each other up.

7. The coworkers (part 2). We forgive each other when we become a little bit crazy/paranoid/overwhelmed when we are in the weeds. You can literally tell someone to "fuck off" and they will forget and forgive in the next hour or so. (some people do actually hold grudges though. Chill bro)

8. Crazy customers. Case and point, this evening a customer said that he is allergic to big pieces of garlic but if they are tiny tiny tiny pieces of garlic, it's fine. 0.o Another one, a server overheard a guest telling another guest how they have cut sugar and carbs out of her diet and she goes and orders a coke (not even a diet coke) and a crab cake sandwich. 0.o

9. Awesome customers. We can have a conversation about life and such and you just want to sit down with them and continue talking. (But sometimes those customers can just disappoint you when they leave a %10 tip. "But bro, we just had one of the most awesomest conversations I've ever had and I waited on you hand and foot!" Grrr.)

10. Pre-shift. The conversations during that period of time are hilarious/informative/serious/wacky. I think we've covered from "Anal bleaching" to "Parachute pants". Yes, I said parachute pants. Gross, right? O.o


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