I really don't want this blog to be about waitressing (I don't want my life to be about waitressing), but I have to share this:
The owner of the Kettle asked me if I'd like to be a manager.Which is weird, right? 'cause the other waitresses are still giving me vaguely annoyed tips about how to do things better. (If you give someone a $20 bill as change, instead of a 10, a 5, and 5 ones, they're much more likely to stiff their waitress, and then said waitress will keep reminding you of how you owe them a tip for the next week.) But I guess my complete brilliance at everything is more apparent than I thought it was. I was trying to suppress it.
But seriously...
I think it's because I picked up the computer system more quickly than the woman who's in a work-release program from prison and I ask if there's anything I need to be doing when it's slow. I'm a proactive learner!
I'm having weird feelings of class difference. Everyone is very nice and good-hearted but they don't speak very well and they are racist and ignorant. They were talking about Asians (or "Orientals") the other day because an Asian girl got hired to hostess and they were saying how dirty, sexually, Asians were. And I've
done some of the things they think are so dirty (I'm not going into detail; this is not that kind of blog), and I've had conversations with several Asian people denouncing the very sorts of acts that my co-workers did. So I was made uncomfortable on 2 levels, knowing that Orientals are not actually different from whites or Mexicans, and knowing that I apparently am. Also, there's some gay and lesbian convention in town (I was told this when a couple of somewhat masculine Uruguayan women came in). This one waitress told me she "had a couple of them come in yesterday, but they were great." That
but! Apparently these gay guys hilariously chose the home decorating magazine to read while they waited, rather than, I suppose, the sports magazine. I worry about using words like "precarious." Being conscious of that sort of thing makes me a snob, I guess, but a snob who doesn't want to seem like one just because she knows a few big words. And honestly, they probably don't care. They know I went to college and college is for big-word learning. It's obviously not for money-making, is it? And if they've ever thought that going to college makes people into big lazy jerks that couldn't do the work they get paid so little to do, I'm doing my best to fight that image. College kids of the world unite.
On the plus side, nobody likes the president, so I really do fit in nicely.
from a year or two ago. This is their original incarnation. Please please click on that link. You will thank me.
