What’s Your Favorite Thing?
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So most of you probably saw by now that I got a job finally. Via the Facebook, or word of mouth. Or maybe you didn’t, whatever, I had a pretty grandiose vision that all of my friends get together to talk about me. Well either way, you heard it here that I got a job.
So a few weeks ago I had to move* because basically I had no money to pay rent. So right when I have to pack up all my stuff and leave Ohio for Northern Kentucky, I get a job across the river in the Commonwealth. Seems that Frisch’s Big Boy were the only company smart enough to call me back, because now they’ve just staffed the best thing that’s ever happened to them.
*I’ll also talk about that later
Hehe, or maybe not, because two weeks into the job I’m just now standing on my own two feet in the place. My first few days were nothing but two of three hours of following my dining room leader around, writing down half of people’s orders and bringing them drinks while trying to remember my six-step process.
(Seat, order, suggest, repeat, call-back/pre-bus, check drop if you’re curious)
But on Monday (when I wrote this post) I got my first set of four tables in my own section. I had to remember to drop my own toast for breakfasts, and which one was the diet. (Diets are darker, by the way) Altogether it was a very humbling experience, especially because it teaches you who remembers having to do this for the first time and who doesn’t. But everyone I work with, 90% women, have all been super helpful to me, and super courteous. It makes an unbelievable difference when you can trust and communicate with the people around you.
But I mean, it’s still a job, and I still hate having a job. You’ll be glad to know that still stands for me. The learning curve that is waiting tables is a little tough to get over, especially in the small increments they’ve scheduled me. But it’s a paycheck. Albeit small, but it’s cash in my pocket at the end of the day and a tiring, oh so tiring reason to put me to sleep at night.
As far as the little stuff, you’ve been in a restaurant before. Most of you have worked retail jobs before enough to know that anything I say about my job is a drop in the bucket. I won’t regale you with tales of shitty customers or “that one big tip I got”, but I’ll just leave you with the simple explanation that I hate it there, but sometimes you can foster an environment that makes this tolerable, and one could even say enjoyable when you clock out with a paycheck and a 32oz Hi-C.
Oh yeah, I’m trying to quit soda too.
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