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I was offered a promotion to daytime manager at the restaurant. I'm pretty sure I'm going to take it, because I could use the guaranteed $240 a week, plus a free meal every day.
And 'sides, it's not like my job is all that challenging anyway.
My day goes something like this:
Wake up around ten, find breakfast, walk to work.
Sign in, and putter around doing things like wiping down tables, setting out silverware, or stocking the ice bins for around a half an hour.
11:00 comes around, opening time. Exchange witty banter with fellow waiters for around an hour until someone actually shows up, or wander around the restaurant with a half-cup of coffee and an expression of dilligent concentration while not doing anything productive at all.
People start to come in around 12:00. Try and keep voice deep and professional as I attempt to coerce businessmen and lonely housewives into buying alcohol and appetizers.
Fail to sell any, then put in predictable sandwich and pasta orders for said persons.
Whip out soups, salads and baskets of bread until the orders come up. Provide persons with way too much extra butter, bread, salad dressings, condiments, or whatever their finicky tastes call for.
Serve massive amounts of diet soda that will kill them someday, but not soon enough for my satisfaction.
Attempt to sell desserts, fail on most counts. Produce check and run credit cards until the end of my shift.
Collect meager tips, a bowl of soup, and go home. Repeat next day.
Being a manager might be a good change. I'd get to wear casual clothes, get free meals, get paid more, and do most of the things I do already.
And 'sides, it's not like my job is all that challenging anyway.
My day goes something like this:
Wake up around ten, find breakfast, walk to work.
Sign in, and putter around doing things like wiping down tables, setting out silverware, or stocking the ice bins for around a half an hour.
11:00 comes around, opening time. Exchange witty banter with fellow waiters for around an hour until someone actually shows up, or wander around the restaurant with a half-cup of coffee and an expression of dilligent concentration while not doing anything productive at all.
People start to come in around 12:00. Try and keep voice deep and professional as I attempt to coerce businessmen and lonely housewives into buying alcohol and appetizers.
Fail to sell any, then put in predictable sandwich and pasta orders for said persons.
Whip out soups, salads and baskets of bread until the orders come up. Provide persons with way too much extra butter, bread, salad dressings, condiments, or whatever their finicky tastes call for.
Serve massive amounts of diet soda that will kill them someday, but not soon enough for my satisfaction.
Attempt to sell desserts, fail on most counts. Produce check and run credit cards until the end of my shift.
Collect meager tips, a bowl of soup, and go home. Repeat next day.
Being a manager might be a good change. I'd get to wear casual clothes, get free meals, get paid more, and do most of the things I do already.