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Monday, October 6, 2008 | 5:21 PM
Work It, Girl
Just like any other job, being a waitress makes you part of a group of people with something in common. In my case, that something in common is feeding people and being disgustingly nice for 8 to 12 hours a day. I noticed it long ago, but it wasnt till recently that I accepted myself being part of this community.

It sucks. We have to be the most two faced bitches in the entire American work force, and most of the time, our customers will never realize it.

For one reason or another, I payed attention to the other girls at work today. I watched them when they were dealing with the customers, then I watched them in the kitchen when they were out of sight and range of hearing. In the dining room, these girls are the sweetest girls you will ever meet, ready to do whatever they have to do to make you, the customer, happy. They will bend over backwards and kiss their own ass if you want them to. But dont be fooled. As soon as they get in the kitchen, away from you, they let out how they really feel.

Its disgusting. I will admit, I bitch about customers every now and then, but only when the customer has been a real dick. But no, not these girls. You could be the nicest old lady with the kindest heart and they will tear you apart behind your back because you asked if the waitress could bring you some lemon for your water.

It was baffling at first, but it didnt take much to figure out what was going on. They are only nice so youll leave a bigger tip.

Obviously I know that tips are our livelihood. 2 and some change an hour is all we get on our paychecks (if our total tips comes out to more than minimum wage at the end of the week. If we dont make minimum wage, we get paid minimum wage, but if you are a server that isnt making more than the minimum in tips every week, you should consider a career change. Also, at the end of the week, if the tips we claimed at the end of the night every week comes out to more than 15% of our total sales for the week, we dont even get a paycheck at all because of the taxes being taken out of it, so tips are huge for us. But when did it become ok to throw common courtesy, understanding, and hospitality out the window? For fucks sake, we work in a restaurant in America, a country full of some of the pickiest eaters in the world. If you take a job serving at any restaurant and you dont expect to have to deal with custom orders, send backs, and general pickyness, you are an idiot, to be completely honest.

Its part of the job. Get used to it. Give the customers enough respect to not bad mouth them in the kitchen because they sent back a steak that was well done when it should have been medium rare (or vice versa). Its not their fault you dont know how to listen and take orders properly.

- Taylor


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