I'm a server extraordinaire at a restaurant in Lafayette. Its nothing special, but its fun. I drink a lot of caffeine during the day and I usually like, pop out at people at their tables.
Actually, when I worked nights I would have my usual coffee in the morning, make a pot during the day and stop and get a huge red bull before work, chug it and race out to my tables. During one super eventful evening, I did my whole, "Hi welcome to PieWorks, my name is Sara and ill be taking care of ya'll tonight. Can I get ya'll started with something to drink?" The people sitting the booth looked at me, mouths agape and said, "Your gonna have to speak a little slower sweetie, we cant understand what your saying." I then started cracking up and said, "Well I did just chug 2 red bulls in the back, so that's probably why!" They continued to look at me with mouths agape, I'm sure they were looking for track marks or a bloody nose....nope just Red Bull baby!
Anyway, that's a bit off subject.
I picked Steve up from school the other day and he decided that he wanted pizza. I had just gotten off of my 6 hour shift and really didn't want to go back in for another hour. He insisted upon pizza, I finally gave in and decided that I would probably want a few drinks too, so it was a win/win. I called my friend Keri and convinced her that going in to work on her day off was a great idea. We got in there around 5:30 and didn't leave until 9:45.
When we sat down to eat there were just a few people here and there. We got to chat with Cass, our friend and server for the night and Steve was speaking loudly/yelling and no one seemed to care. I was 2 chocolate martinis deep and Keri was 2 Lemon Drops in when we looked around and realized how chaotic it was. All the servers looked frantic and everyone wanted drinks and they didn't have a bartender on for the night. So, I looked at Keri and said "I think I'm gonna stay and help out a bit." She looked at me like I had a moustache...that was on fire.
Also, I should mention that I was wearing a red Christmas t-shirt that says' ho ho ho' and Keri was wearing 4 inch heels, pretty much the perfect combo to run food and bartend in.
Steve sat at the bar and chatted with all the people and watched T.V while we ran food, made drinks, and bussed tables.
I'm sure he went to school the next day and told his teachers that he was at a bar with mommy until 2 hours past his bed time. I swear it wasn't like that, CPS.
Once it started to die down a little, I gathered one of the servers up who happens to be new and said, "I don't want to come in, in the morning and have shit all over the place and not have things done. So please make sure you get everything done that needs to be done."
I look up and Keri is looking at me again like I have a moustache that is a flame.
"No wonder she is afraid of you! I would be too!"
I really had no idea what she was talking about, I was just being straight-forward.
Then I thought about it.
Wow, I guess I was a little aggressive and she is new and this is her first time as a server and she really doesn't know whats going on.
Good Lord, why cant I be nice?
The more I think about it the more I feel like a doucher.
So, a few minutes later I pulled her aside and apologized for being slightly abrasive.
That's a start right?
Honestly, I don't realize that I'm being so rude until after its out of my mouth. I feel like I'm just being honest and must I really water down what I want to say with tact? The answer is yes. To function in the adult world, you must have tact and the ability to tell people what you need done without being bitchy about it and you will get much more respect.
That's all I want is respect...and to be able to dance around in the kitchen and laugh far too loud.
Mission Accomplished.
Cheers.
Cheers.
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