Restaurant Life
I am going to start making an attempt to chronicle my life as a hostess at the restaurant where I work. Some information:
What: It is an 'authentic northern Italian' restaurant in the touristic Blowing Rock, NC, about 10-15 minutes drive from where I live. There are only 14 tables. The place has a nice, quaint atmosphere, friendly and adept servers, as well as a delicious menu.
How Long?: I have been working at this establishment since I was fired for the first time ever from Mast General Store where I worked as a candy slave (approx. 9 months now). My dear friend worked in the kitchen and a lifelong friend of his was the head chef/manager so they helped me out and gave me a job. I couldn't have asked to walk into better circumstances.
Why Do I Stay?: The employees there (aside from anything regarding management) are wonderful and fun and really fabulous people. They've all been there for a while now and actually care about the restaurant and the work they do. We all get along like a family and I enjoy being friendly to the customers. All in all, it is not a hard job for what I get paid but it is a hard job for what I put up with.
Throughout these chronicles I will backtrack to explain any details pertinent to a story. The entries will be friends-only as to not get myself in trouble may the words fall into the wrong hands. It's just that I feel the need to relay these ridiculous experiences in my life so that when I look back on my early twenties I can have a good, hearty laugh.
What: It is an 'authentic northern Italian' restaurant in the touristic Blowing Rock, NC, about 10-15 minutes drive from where I live. There are only 14 tables. The place has a nice, quaint atmosphere, friendly and adept servers, as well as a delicious menu.
How Long?: I have been working at this establishment since I was fired for the first time ever from Mast General Store where I worked as a candy slave (approx. 9 months now). My dear friend worked in the kitchen and a lifelong friend of his was the head chef/manager so they helped me out and gave me a job. I couldn't have asked to walk into better circumstances.
Why Do I Stay?: The employees there (aside from anything regarding management) are wonderful and fun and really fabulous people. They've all been there for a while now and actually care about the restaurant and the work they do. We all get along like a family and I enjoy being friendly to the customers. All in all, it is not a hard job for what I get paid but it is a hard job for what I put up with.
Throughout these chronicles I will backtrack to explain any details pertinent to a story. The entries will be friends-only as to not get myself in trouble may the words fall into the wrong hands. It's just that I feel the need to relay these ridiculous experiences in my life so that when I look back on my early twenties I can have a good, hearty laugh.