There has always been that fear of having to make a career out of, “do you want fries with that?”. But I have taken the more upscale route to, “Would you like soup or a salad?”, and, “Did you see a wine that you liked?”, or, “Can I get you more bread?” The all black uniform is much more flattering than a polo with a fast food chain’s logo on it. This isn’t my career path. But it is what pays my rent. It is what has paid my rent since I started college, four years ago.
I don’t hate my job. I hate aspects and occasional situations about my job, but there is no other side job I would prefer to it.
And that mostly has to do with the people I work with. My serving colleagues are the ones who continually make me laugh so that the smiles I have when approaching my tables are genuine. Not genuinely for the customer, but genuine nonetheless. And, it is true, that a lot of the time when we are laughing it is at the expense of one of our tables.
We reserve, we serve, and we observe.
I am a cynic. But I am not a mean person. I am polite and slightly a pushover, which has turned me into a decent server, evidently. So yes, I will find a way to make your Chicken Parmesan with no cheese, over fettuccine instead of linguine, and with Alfredo instead of Marinara sauce. Which is essentially a Fettuccine Alfredo with breaded chicken.
But I won’t correct you, because my livelihood depends on how much you like me.
My name is Chrystal, and I will be your server for this blog. Enjoy!