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Yawning, yearning yesterday
~Piebald
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Spin Away, Babe
Yawning, yearning yesterday
~Piebald
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Tears and Jeers...and Overtime(ers)...
Day 14:
As the craziness continues into the third week, I have come to realize how flawed people really are. From manipulative managers to customers who don't know when to say when, I have had a first hand glimpse of the failings of humanity. It's hectic, stressful, exhausting, and decidedly unsatisfying. Yet, in all of that, and through all of that, I have managed to find some comfort. There are still some "good" people out there. At least, there are those who are willing to stand by me and lend a hand, or a shoulder, when I find myself in need. Usually just when I think I am about to be overwhelmed and collapse, a guardian angel descends and stands me on my feet, telling me that it will be alright.
But enough about me, the more interesting stories are, by far, from the customers who make my life a living hell. (Ha) I've met people who will point to a spot on the table and tap that same spot, waiting for me to place their food in front of them. And I've had people try to grab their plates of food from my hands even though I warn them that the plates are exceptionally hot. I've known children to say their pleases and thank you's, and I've seen adults greet me with scowls on their faces and an air pretension. The stress of the job has broken some of my coworkers, bringing them to tears. There are people out there who seem to not flinch when they tip poorly, even though service was, at the very least, acceptable. And there have been people who have tipped beyond expectation. In the end, it all seems to balance out, but I still wonder if it is worth it. Are the nice people, as few and far between as they may be, worth the degradation that comes from serving people who don't deserve service from an automated machine, much less a human being? I don't know. For now, that is the question in need of an answer. Until I figure it out, I struggle on, fighting against becoming a drone.
~TPP
As the craziness continues into the third week, I have come to realize how flawed people really are. From manipulative managers to customers who don't know when to say when, I have had a first hand glimpse of the failings of humanity. It's hectic, stressful, exhausting, and decidedly unsatisfying. Yet, in all of that, and through all of that, I have managed to find some comfort. There are still some "good" people out there. At least, there are those who are willing to stand by me and lend a hand, or a shoulder, when I find myself in need. Usually just when I think I am about to be overwhelmed and collapse, a guardian angel descends and stands me on my feet, telling me that it will be alright.
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| I know that some people think that my restaurant is like this, and sometimes I want to believe that it could be... |
But enough about me, the more interesting stories are, by far, from the customers who make my life a living hell. (Ha) I've met people who will point to a spot on the table and tap that same spot, waiting for me to place their food in front of them. And I've had people try to grab their plates of food from my hands even though I warn them that the plates are exceptionally hot. I've known children to say their pleases and thank you's, and I've seen adults greet me with scowls on their faces and an air pretension. The stress of the job has broken some of my coworkers, bringing them to tears. There are people out there who seem to not flinch when they tip poorly, even though service was, at the very least, acceptable. And there have been people who have tipped beyond expectation. In the end, it all seems to balance out, but I still wonder if it is worth it. Are the nice people, as few and far between as they may be, worth the degradation that comes from serving people who don't deserve service from an automated machine, much less a human being? I don't know. For now, that is the question in need of an answer. Until I figure it out, I struggle on, fighting against becoming a drone.
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| ...but let's be honest with ourselves...it's really more like this... |
~TPP
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