all kinds of embarrassing.
I’ve always known, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I’m not cut out for the service industry. I mean, how many 25 year olds do you know who have never worked in a restaurant? My 2-year stint in a hospital cafe during college was the closest I came to serving anyone for a wage. And the only way I survived that job was by imagining my life as a Grey’s Anatomy episode. Double espresso for the hot doctor in scrubs? You got it.
Upon moving to Boston in November, my lack of employment forced me to re-evaluate this hole in my life. I applied to a petit French bistro (if I’m gonna be serving people it isn’t going to be American food) and wedged my way into this illustrious industry of customer service. For almost 3 months now, I’ve experienced the highs and lows of serving the American public. But, with the arrival of 2012, my abilities in this capacity have been on a steady decline.
It started on New Years Eve. First of all, try never to work on New Years Eve. Or, if you do, try not to be waitressing. The only thing worse than missing the greatest holiday of the year, is watching other people enjoy the greatest holiday of the year, with food and drink. [Here’s your dinner, what’s that? You want another round? Don’t we all]. I was delivering a second round to a table, when I decided that instead of setting down a lady’s glass of wine, I would spill it all over her dress. Niiiice. Luckily, she was very sweet about the whole thing. But I knew my waitressing career was coming to its’ end. Last week, this was confirmed.
I had a few tables get seated at the same time, so I didn’t get a good look at exactly who was seated where. I walked over to two ponytails, and greeted them with a friendly “Hi how are you ladies doing this evening?” I choked back my words not nearly as quickly as I had spewed them. Staring back at me was a man. Not a lady, a man. A man with a ponytail. A man with a date. A female date. A female date silently making the decision not to tip me. Now how do you dig yourself out of that hole? If you know the answer, apply for a waitressing job today. There may soon be an opening at a nice French Bistro in the Boston area.