So Why? Why am I keeping a blog of waitressing? And Why do I still waitress?
I waitress still because it's a somewhat reliable job. I'm good with people. Most of the time. I'm good at putting on the show that is required at a table. After working at the restaurant so long, I better understand the song, "Be our Guest." Taking care of your customers requires you to put on a show. Your food comes out in a presentation, the way you put down their glass, the way you hand them their food, the way you take an order, the way you introduce yourself, the way you get them to get something besides water. Everything is an art. And whether you like it or not, your servers are trained to manipulate you. The good ones, you don't even know you're being manipulated.
The difference between me and other waitresses, is that I love food and genuinely care about my customer's dining experience. So I'm not going to suggest the special of the day if I think it's disgusting. (My manager and I had a row about that at a employee meeting. He said sell the food, I said, no.) I love to eat out and although I tend to be critical of the way things are done in some restaurants, the point is that I love to eat. I love food. And I want food to be more than getting nourishment, I want it to be a culinary experience of bliss and enjoyment. I could have easily lived in the days of Pompeii where gluttony was an art and eating was a day long activity. Although going into the bathroom to throw it up to make room for more isn't exactly my style. And i do have to be careful of my weight when eating so much.That's the biggest problem with working in a restaurant. Food is so readily available, that you just want to eat and eat. The problem is that I'm not one of those skinny girls who can eat and eat and never gain a pound. So although i enjoy food, I have to be careful what I do eat so i don't end up looking like the next contestant on "The Biggest Loser."
I once lived with a lady who was a huge health nut. I mean, to the extreme. I was so surprised that someone could so easily take the pleasure out of eating as much as she did. She made eating miserable. One time she bought these noodles that were supposed to be really healthy whole wheat, but some how gluten free. I thought they tasted like I was eating balsa wood.
As to why I'm writing my blog: Servers put up with a lot of crap. And in restaurants there is a lot of drama. So I feel a need to write them down. I dont' know who reads this blogger crap. I don't know who even cares, but hopefully those who do read it, will gain a little more respect to the persons who HANDLE THEIR FOOD! (HELLO! COMMON SENSE)So I don't know who is reading this. Maybe it is just a place to vent, but right so: I'm gonna do it.
I waitress still because it's a somewhat reliable job. I'm good with people. Most of the time. I'm good at putting on the show that is required at a table. After working at the restaurant so long, I better understand the song, "Be our Guest." Taking care of your customers requires you to put on a show. Your food comes out in a presentation, the way you put down their glass, the way you hand them their food, the way you take an order, the way you introduce yourself, the way you get them to get something besides water. Everything is an art. And whether you like it or not, your servers are trained to manipulate you. The good ones, you don't even know you're being manipulated.
The difference between me and other waitresses, is that I love food and genuinely care about my customer's dining experience. So I'm not going to suggest the special of the day if I think it's disgusting. (My manager and I had a row about that at a employee meeting. He said sell the food, I said, no.) I love to eat out and although I tend to be critical of the way things are done in some restaurants, the point is that I love to eat. I love food. And I want food to be more than getting nourishment, I want it to be a culinary experience of bliss and enjoyment. I could have easily lived in the days of Pompeii where gluttony was an art and eating was a day long activity. Although going into the bathroom to throw it up to make room for more isn't exactly my style. And i do have to be careful of my weight when eating so much.That's the biggest problem with working in a restaurant. Food is so readily available, that you just want to eat and eat. The problem is that I'm not one of those skinny girls who can eat and eat and never gain a pound. So although i enjoy food, I have to be careful what I do eat so i don't end up looking like the next contestant on "The Biggest Loser."
I once lived with a lady who was a huge health nut. I mean, to the extreme. I was so surprised that someone could so easily take the pleasure out of eating as much as she did. She made eating miserable. One time she bought these noodles that were supposed to be really healthy whole wheat, but some how gluten free. I thought they tasted like I was eating balsa wood.
As to why I'm writing my blog: Servers put up with a lot of crap. And in restaurants there is a lot of drama. So I feel a need to write them down. I dont' know who reads this blogger crap. I don't know who even cares, but hopefully those who do read it, will gain a little more respect to the persons who HANDLE THEIR FOOD! (HELLO! COMMON SENSE)So I don't know who is reading this. Maybe it is just a place to vent, but right so: I'm gonna do it.
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