"No tip for you"
Okay, so I have been through a rough transition since moving to the sticks. I am having trouble finding employment and like I've said in the previous post, I have been doing a little job hopping.
"No tip for you"
Here I am in my twenties and finding it difficult to get work in my major, which is English. Hello! My car note is not going to pay itself! I am pretty open to everything so I thought why not give waitressing a shot? Although, if I was to work in a restaurant, I would rather be a hostess...but whatever I will take what I can get right now.
So I walk into the restaurant to fill out an application. The manager was some Russian guy, he had a really thick accent. He asked me if I had ever worked in any type of restaurant. I was like "Nope. This is my first time." So he gave me a chance. I was thinking that interview was too easy. I know there has got to be some kind of catch.
My first day, I show in for work and I learn about how to prep the condiments and wrap the silverware and all the crap. It was a great learning experience. There were some nice people there. They all had colorful personalities. Little introverted me couldn't possibly fit in with this crowd of cussin' and girls talkin' smack. I had a girl who was training me and things seem to be going pretty well. The only thing I had a problem with was holding that tray. "Make sure you put your hand flat under the tray and hold it on top of your shoulders." I would have dropped everything with my weak shoulders. The training days were fine. And getting to know the girls there was the most interesting part.
After the two training days it was the big day! I had to wait tables all by myself I was so nervous. I tried to study the menu the night before so I wouldn't have any slip ups. So I put on my uniform and my little black work shoes and drove to work. The first thing we had to do was clean everything; the tables, and the walls. Food was splattered everywhere from those busboy carts. Ewe. I was cleaning the walls while talking to this nosy, chatty chick who has probably been working in food service for some time now, and just preparing for a crazy day. Everything was prepared around 11 or so in the morning. The customers were starting to walk in and the hostess had assigned me two tables. Two tables? How could I juggle two tables? I stood back there waiting for someone to sit at my tables. The hostess walks back there and shouts that I got "sat" or something. So I take my pad and my serving tray. My other coworkers were like remember to bring out the glass of water. So I fixed two glasses of water and placed them on my tray. I proceeded to walk very carefully towards my table. One shaky finger and water would have been spilt all over the floor. There were two guys sitting at the table. "How are you doing? My name is Camille and I'll be your server." I said. The two guys were nice. They took their order and then I walked towards the back. And then one of the girls asked me what he wanted. His meal was supposed to come with a salad! Oh no I have to go out there and ask him about a salad! And I forgot if he wanted a lemon in his tea! Then I have to grab a bowl of free hush puppies!
Then another table came, a creepy looking guy who looked like that actor I can't think of but he was in some horror movie. I took his order because he already knew what he wanted if threw me off a bit. I got nervous and left my tray sitting on his table. It was too much back and forth for me. So the manager came and ask me, "How u doin'?" His voice was loud and he had some kind of thick Russian accent. I said I was doing ok. He told me you only get two training days. Then he told me I needed more work, "I vill cawl you when we need you." Stupid. To me that is code, or a nice way of saying "you suck, don't come work here anymore".
He sent me home early that day. Well, I can take waitress of my list because I am terrible at it...
"No tip for you"
Here I am in my twenties and finding it difficult to get work in my major, which is English. Hello! My car note is not going to pay itself! I am pretty open to everything so I thought why not give waitressing a shot? Although, if I was to work in a restaurant, I would rather be a hostess...but whatever I will take what I can get right now.
So I walk into the restaurant to fill out an application. The manager was some Russian guy, he had a really thick accent. He asked me if I had ever worked in any type of restaurant. I was like "Nope. This is my first time." So he gave me a chance. I was thinking that interview was too easy. I know there has got to be some kind of catch.
My first day, I show in for work and I learn about how to prep the condiments and wrap the silverware and all the crap. It was a great learning experience. There were some nice people there. They all had colorful personalities. Little introverted me couldn't possibly fit in with this crowd of cussin' and girls talkin' smack. I had a girl who was training me and things seem to be going pretty well. The only thing I had a problem with was holding that tray. "Make sure you put your hand flat under the tray and hold it on top of your shoulders." I would have dropped everything with my weak shoulders. The training days were fine. And getting to know the girls there was the most interesting part.
After the two training days it was the big day! I had to wait tables all by myself I was so nervous. I tried to study the menu the night before so I wouldn't have any slip ups. So I put on my uniform and my little black work shoes and drove to work. The first thing we had to do was clean everything; the tables, and the walls. Food was splattered everywhere from those busboy carts. Ewe. I was cleaning the walls while talking to this nosy, chatty chick who has probably been working in food service for some time now, and just preparing for a crazy day. Everything was prepared around 11 or so in the morning. The customers were starting to walk in and the hostess had assigned me two tables. Two tables? How could I juggle two tables? I stood back there waiting for someone to sit at my tables. The hostess walks back there and shouts that I got "sat" or something. So I take my pad and my serving tray. My other coworkers were like remember to bring out the glass of water. So I fixed two glasses of water and placed them on my tray. I proceeded to walk very carefully towards my table. One shaky finger and water would have been spilt all over the floor. There were two guys sitting at the table. "How are you doing? My name is Camille and I'll be your server." I said. The two guys were nice. They took their order and then I walked towards the back. And then one of the girls asked me what he wanted. His meal was supposed to come with a salad! Oh no I have to go out there and ask him about a salad! And I forgot if he wanted a lemon in his tea! Then I have to grab a bowl of free hush puppies!
Then another table came, a creepy looking guy who looked like that actor I can't think of but he was in some horror movie. I took his order because he already knew what he wanted if threw me off a bit. I got nervous and left my tray sitting on his table. It was too much back and forth for me. So the manager came and ask me, "How u doin'?" His voice was loud and he had some kind of thick Russian accent. I said I was doing ok. He told me you only get two training days. Then he told me I needed more work, "I vill cawl you when we need you." Stupid. To me that is code, or a nice way of saying "you suck, don't come work here anymore".
He sent me home early that day. Well, I can take waitress of my list because I am terrible at it...
