Recently though, I found a few blogs of servers who did discover the wonders of cathartic blogging while still stuck in the job from hell. They are all a wonderful reminder of why I am choosing to be painfully poor during my last leg of school rather than go back to.....well, there really is not better label than hell!! (can you tell I hated serving?!)
This blog, Girl and a Guitar, is about a Hooters server....and I thought Outback was a hotbed of cheap pickup lines; yikes!
The Bitchy Waiter says everything that continually goes through your mind as a server, think of that the next time you ask your server for a different kind of condiment every time they pass your table, or want separate tickets after the meal is over, or...well you get the idea!
And the good old classic, Waiter Rant :)
Oh boy, I do not miss it!!!
6 comments:
I worked at Whitey's in Grand Forks all through college and dear God, a venting blog would have been fantabulous. Oh the stories I could tell. I think that every person should have to work in the food service industry at some point during their life. It gives you an appreciation/respect for wait staff!!
Lisa - I didn't know you worked at Whitey's, I love that place!! Im sure there were some good stories out of there, it could be a bit crazy at times! I know I have asked a million times, but what years were you at UND?
Oh and I totally agree, everyone should have to spend at least one night waiting tables before ever being allowed to eat in a restaurant!
My mom was a waitress, way back when, and the horror stories she told were enough to make me swear to myself that I whatever crappy, pay-the-bills job I got, it would never be one serving food. I don't envy any of you.
I agree! I agree! EVERYONE should be required to be a server for a bit! And I am not talking a month- 6 months minimum, working at least part time at a restaurant- not fast food either, I thought fast food (3 years) was a totally different (and easier) beast than table serving (6.5 years)!!!
Wow Lynn, how do you really feel?!
Ah, waitressing. I would rather sell my blood and organs than go back to that!
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