Welcome to my new blog! I've been wanting to write about my job as a server and all the ridiculous things we servers go through at work and share it with people. Going out to eat is something we all do quite often, and the server is the person who gets us what we want. Little do we know or even care about what the server goes through on the other side, so hopefully sharing these stories will shed some light on what we actually go through. Enjoy, and I would love any feedback!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Short-lived Retirement

Good thing I didn't say never, right?

So, my fun little time in Orlando came to an end and I'm back in Streator, hoping to really get my career going as a writer and reconnecting with family and friends. The only problem is that I have no idea how I'm going to make money as a writer or what kind of writer I want to be. Until I figure that out, I have to get all the jobs I can find that my four-year college degree has nothing to do with. But I'm not bitter about it. :-)

Upon quitting the restaurant in Orlando, I said I would pump gasoline for minimum wage before I wait another table. It's so hard to resist, though, when serving is something that comes easy to me and is such good money. I was offered two serving/bartending jobs within the first week of moving back home. Poor, bored, and quite thankful that people wanted to help me get a job, I jumped on both opportunities. Taking another job as a waitress doesn't make me feel as awful as I thought, since I had said I'd never go back. I'm actually looking forward to it. I'll be working for some good friends, who I am so thankful to for helping me out. Being a waitress at a bar and a golf course in Streator, Illinois is going to be so very different than serving for big corporate restaurants.

Things I'm looking forward to in a family-owned business vs. the corporate restaurant:


  • wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt as a uniform
  • not studying for menu tests (seriously have taken more menu tests than college tests)
  • wearing NAIL POLISH of any bright and obnoxious color
  • not writing my name on a freaking napkin at each table
  • not wearing tall black socks
  • no long, goofy apron
  • knowing the majority of the people I wait on
  • I'm guessing that the rate of guests who speak Portuguese will be much lower, or nonexistent
and last but not least, taking shots with guests. Hell. Yes.





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