Whoever thought it was a good idea to have someone work till close and help open the next day needs a slap in the face.
I crawled out of bed like a zombie rising from the grave. With my eyes just barely open, I stumbled into the kitchen and made myself a coffee. I looked at the clock and saw it was 7 am. All I could think to myself is, “why!”. I didn’t get home until 12:30 in the morning and by the time I had showered, ate something and got to bed, it was about 1 in the morning.
I drank my coffee, went to church, then got ready for work. On my way to work I was going to stop and get another coffee, but the traffic was so bad that I didn’t have time.
I got to work at 10:40 am and it was go time. I set everything up for the day. It was a rainy morning with expected thunderstorms all day. I prayed that we wouldn’t be busy but boy was I wrong.
We unlocked the doors at 11am and people poured through. I had 4 tables all sat at one time. And one of them was particularly needy.
This older couple asked to have a table and not a booth. They decided to seat themselves as well, leaving me to figure out where they went, on top of having to take care of my other three tables.
They would take a sip of their water and demand a refill immediately. At first they were too cold, so I turned off the fan. Then they were too hot, and I needed to turn the fan back on again.
I was nothing but kind and attentive, yet they only tipped me two bucks and went on their merry way.
I think after this, I am going to try and take Sundays off my availability.
Stories From An Overworked Waitress 