I’m a recent college graduate who used to wait tables to pay for living expenses. I’m married to the best husband I could ask for and we share a fur-baby Schnauzer. I posted on this blog for 2 1/2 years while I waited tables, and now I work for people who appreciate me and treat me decently. It’s a nice change.
I started waiting tables in 2006, my senior year of high school. I started off at a tiny family-owned Italian restaurant. Well, let me clarify: the owners weren’t Italian, but pretended they were. And truth be told, their food tasted great. The best moment was having a true Italian visit the restaurant. He proclaimed that the food was excellent, but was disappointed to meet the owner. The owner insisted he was Italian even though he couldn’t carry on a conversation with his guest in his “native” language. Yeesh.
I moved from there to a Mexican food restaurant where the food was excellent but the management left something to be desired. Oh, it wasn’t always like that. Corporate just decided to boot out the good managers and hire some that stole liquor, alienated the employees, and showed major favoritism. I decided to move to Chili’s and ended up loving my managers and the store; however, upon my transfer to my college town store, things again turned to shit and I opted to leave rather than remain miserable. The last place I worked was Red Lobster, sometimes called Blue Crustacean in my posts. I didn’t want to get found out and fired for specifically mentioning the Lob, but now that I’ve quit I really don’t care.
This was a place for me to bitch. Usually I bitched about customers. Sometimes I bitched about management, and sometimes about coworkers. Despite my bitching on this blog, I did my job well and did not express my frustration with others while on the clock. I am not being cocky when I say I was a good waitress; hundreds of guests who complimented me seem like enough proof. Many told me I was the best they’ve encountered. I don’t have to pretend to love my job to be good at it, nor must I refrain from bitching about it to continue to be good at it. I’m just smart and pretended to love my job while I’m on the clock, and only bitched about things on this blog. I was sick of everyone’s shit and need some way to vent. Otherwise a customer might have found a fork lodged in his eyeball.
I’m very happy with my new job. New posts will appear on my personal blog, fmtlife.wordpress.com. Thanks for visiting and I hope my posts convey something worthwhile to you.