and I guess I'm telling the world... I'm working as a waitress at Red Robin... a "Gourmet" burger joint. Tonight was my first night on my own. I had 5 days of training and stayed late each night memorizing all kinds of junk (and got 100% on all my tests.) Then I heard another girl taking her tests the other day and she had no clue...and she still got hired. Why am I so crazy and obsessive? ...its not like any of this is ever going to be a Jeopardy question!
So, I'm standing by the kitchen and think, "It's like I'm working with the same people (from the last restaurant I worked at) just with different faces." Every restaurant is the same... the ex-cons, the women who always make the wrong choices in men, the "alternative life-style" folks, the shaggy-haired bus boys, and the people who eat, sleep and find their mate at the restaurant.... de ja vu.
So tonight, I figured I'd get one of the "remedial" sections, but I didn't. I was a little nervous...and I could tell some of the other servers were nervous about me being there too =) . Besides spilling two Hi-C fruit punches down my apron, I had no major mis-haps! I did good! Now, when I got worked over by a few people while doing my clean-up and I saw my tips, (after tipping the shaggy-haired bus kids and 21 yr old bar tenders) I was a little disappointed. Oh well, my first night is OVER, I didn't lose any money or my ID card and I'll be more ready for battle tomorrow.
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