Monday, May 2, 2011

What your waitress really thinks.

Looking at my coworkers, I would say that in the serving world I'm still considered a baby. I have been working as a waitress for a little over a year now and I have dealt with a lot of different types of customers. There are guests that you love having, can't wait for them to come back, make your very long shift just a little easier. Then there are guests you wish had never even heard of your restaurant. The guests you don't even understand why they come out if they insist on being so miserable. The guests that will never be satisfied, even if you are bending over backwards to meet their very specific demands.

A food service establishment and it's employees are dependent on people coming in and eating their food and enjoying their atmosphere. As a server, my $3.70 an hour salary is dependent on tips to supplement the rest of my paycheck. So most places will go the distance to meet a customer's needs and keep them happy.

I'm saying it's a two way road. I will get you that 8th refill in the past ten minutes, reheat the soup until it's at the precise temperature you want it, and get you a fork with all the tongs in line with a smile on my face and a hop in my step if you treat me like a human being. Any other treatment may result in less than perky service.

Here are some ways to keep everyone happy and ensure a great night:
  • Having to wait- Many times there's a wait to get a table at a restaurant. As frustrating this is for you as the customer, it's just as frustrating for us as servers. This means that we are probably overloaded with guests, the kitchen is backed up, we're running low on utensils and cups, and we know that we have to work extra hard to make the customers happy since they have been waiting. Once your name has been called, the hostess should apologize for the wait and thank you for sticking around. This is not the time to berate him or her with how annoyed you are. Unless you feel like they committed a serious error in their job (not explaining how long the wait was, skipping over your name etc.) you don't need to make her feel worse about something that is not her fault. And if you do feel like she has done something wrong, speak to a manager once you're at your table, calmly and respectfully. Having to wait for a table is almost inevitable in the game of eating out, remember that you chose to stay.
  • Greeting- There's this really awkward time between when a table sits down and when a server greets that table. Most greeting times are expected to be within a minute of when the customer sits down. I know at the restaurant I work at, servers are almost immediately at a table due to the small dining area. There is typically some sort of script that you're going to hear from the server-let them do it. Even if you KNOW what you want. Get the same thing every time never gonna change. We are told by our managers , who are told by their bosses, what to say when we greet a table. This includes listing the specials, telling you any changes on the menus, and alerting you if we have run out of something. Cutting us off creates a tense atmosphere and when you inevitably ask a question we would have answered in our greeting, we think you're an idiot. Be kind. We've probably had a long day and smiling face who actually looks us in the eye makes a world of difference.
  • Ordering-Okay this is a big one. There are a LOT of choices, which means we don't know how long you're going to take to decide what you want. I know as a customer it sometimes feels as if the server has forgotten about you because they have been gone so long. As a server I know that that is rarely the case (although not never the case). It's okay to ask for a few more minutes but please try not to get annoyed with me when I come back to take your order. I have other things that need to get done but I want to make sure that your order is put in as soon as possible. I also don't want you thinking I forgot about you. If you have questions about the menu, ask them. If I don't know the answer I will find someone who does, it doesn't mean that I'm bad at my job, it just means it's a big menu with a lot of options (and things change all the time). If you think a server may have copied your order down wrong (especially if you are a picky eater with lots of changes/add-ons) ask them to repeat it back to you BEFORE they put it into the computer. It's so much easier to correct something before it goes to the kitchen then after the food arrives at the table.
  • Getting the food-Most places have food runners or operate on a system where everyone helps out. Meaning that if I don't have something going on and I see food in the window, I check out the ticket-make sure everything that's on the ticket is on the plate, and take it to the table. This means that I probably don't know who ordered what. Even when a tables server brings their food out to them there is the guaranteed glazed face. It's the look that every customer gets when food is brought to them. It reads "I don't know who you are, what you're holding, or where I am." That leaves an awkward couples of sentences where the server is holding several plates (sometimes very hot or heavy plates) while everyone is turning their brains back on. Remember what you ordered, listen to the server as they call out the food, be present and helpful.
  • Refills/Dining Experience-People go out to eat because they want to socialize, catch up, enjoy good food, and not clean up when they leave. Going out to eat is a luxury and should be fun. I understand it can be annoying when you're trying to have a conversation and a server interrupts, but there is no need to be rude. Every time that server "interrupts" he or she is trying to make sure you receive the best possible service. This includes making sure your drink is never empty, your table isn't cluttered by empty dishes, and that if you desire to put in another order you have an opportunity to do so. If think they are being too attentive, a polite "I think we are fine for a while, just here to chat and hang out" will do. That's a major hint to us that says we can give you some space and you won't hate us for it later. NOTE: IF YOU TELL A SERVER TO BACK OFF AND THEY DO SO, YOU CANNOT COMPLAIN THAT THEY WEREN'T AROUND ENOUGH. If they seem to disappear, just politely ask another server to grab yours.
  • Tipping- This is the big one. My dad holds firm to the 15% rule, 18% if you were good. My sister and I repeatedly take the signed receipt and make sure he's left the appropriate amount. Consider this while you leave the tip: you arrived at a place where your server brought you drinks, a kitchen crew cooked you food, a server brought the food to your table, refills were given without you having to do anything, and when the meal is over you won't be the one cleaning anything up. You just sat and were treated like royalty with servants at your finger tips. Now consider the server: They are not only taking care of you but at least 4 other tables (sometimes more). They work long hours the either start before the restaurant even opens or ends long after it closes. They clean up the food that's thrown on the ground and those tiny pieces of paper that are torn up. They are single parents trying to support their family, they are students working toward their education, people just like you trying to get by. This server says 20% is the right thing to do. 

I could go on and on about this (and one day maybe I will) but these are the basics. Also, these are the basic rules for interacting with a good server. Many times a good customer makes a good server. However, I am VERY aware that there are some servers out there who just plain suck. I have worked with a few of them. If that's the case, calmly and politely state your woes to a manager who will hopefully work to improve that server's work ethic. Other than that please keep these in mind as you dine!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

All I ever want to do is eat a chocolate doughnut.

I like having a clean apartment to come home to.
I acknowledge that since I'm the one who likes it clean-it typically means that I'm the one doing all the cleaning.
I am too liberal with cleaning spray.
I always get a splitting headache after I run.
No, I'm not dehydrated.

There once was a time when I detested the idea of getting on a treadmill.
Now I can't imagine completing a work out without a run.

I sit in class and think about lesson plans.
I dream of being a writer.
I'm terrified to let my stories be read.
I dream of spending the Spring in Southern Ohio
Summer in Italy
Fall in New England
And Winter in Australia (which I will actually get to do)

My Wish List right now includes:
A Nikon D300S
A pair of TOMS wedges
A Holga camera
Instant film for my instant camera
A life with the one I love.

Feel free to donate to the cause of a college student working two jobs.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

I am the worst updater ever.

So after this entry I'm going to change the way I write on here.
But for right now- get ready for a rant.

When my roommates go out for McDonald's at 10 o'clock at night, I make myself a fresh fruit smoothies with Activia yogurt as a base. When my friends go out and party, I stop by but leave before midnight and go home. When my roommates stay up all night, never getting enough sleep, I make sure to be asleep by midnight. I don't binge drink every night. I have never smoked a thing in my life. I have never done drugs. I can't remember the last french fry I had. So with all that in mind-I ask two questions. What's with the Crohn's disease? And WHAT is with my GUT?

The obvious answer is "life's not fair." But for once-why couldn't it be? How do I have two roommates who weigh maybe 115 pounds, eat whatever they want, have a terrible sleep schedule, and hardly ever workout. I bust my butt in the gym and pay attention to every single thing I eat (well I kind of have to) and I still struggle to keep a swim suit worthy figure.

I really did not see the whole auto-immune disease thing coming. Although apparently they are fairly common. I don't like thinking that I have to deal with this-forever. That at any moment for no reason at all, my body can decide that the tissue in my stomach is foreign and it will attack itself. I don't like the idea of being on a medication that can cause certain kinds of cancer if used for too long. I was really just fine with being normal.

But I guess normal is just a setting on a dishwasher.

Done complaining-I promise. Because there are some very cool things happening in my life. Number one being that I get to go to Australia, not just for 10 days (my typical foreign land stay) but for four months. FOUR.MONTHS. Oh! And while I'm there I don't have to take classes but instead get to practice doing what I love-TEACHING. Living in Australia and teaching in a high school. Sounds like perfection. If I can survive the next few months working two jobs to get me there and taking summer classes to keep me graduating on time then next Spring is going to be AWESOME.

AND I get to take pictures for my cousins wedding this summer. This is both awesome and terrifying.

I just want this semester to be OVER.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Human Beings

There are these people that used to be called my friends. I knew these people. These were the kind of people that you grow up with. There's a picture of me and this friend from the fifth grade. I'm holding a plaque that I won in an essay contest about why the D.A.R.E. program is a good thing. I have french braided pigtails with annoying baby hairs sticking out and other wisps hanging in my face. I look about the same as I do now. So does she, except in this picture she's got a super round face because she was a little chubby. That might sound mean but it's the most adorable chubby a child can be. Not anymore though-she might weigh ten pounds now. Anyway, I've been friends with this person for as long as I can remember.

I have a lot of people in my life like that. It happens, when you grow in a small town. There are all of these people that you just know K-12. Most of them, once we got to high school, I didn't pay attention to but there were so many that I invested myself in. I guess I'm silly enough to believe that when you invest in someone, they invest back. This happens to me often. I end up caring way more than I should about people, people who really couldn't care less about me.

So who do we invest in? If people we've known for our whole lives. If the person who drove me back to my house on the day my grandma died, or the person who was my accountability for two years-if those kind of people aren't wise investments, then who is?

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

No Man is an Island

What about women? I'm sure the term "man" here refers to all of mankind-humans in general. But what about women? Man may not be an island but more often than not I feel like I am. Or I feel like I could be. I don't need a group of people to escort me to the bathroom. I never felt the urge to gather a bunch of people to walk together to the cafeteria. I don't have problems going places by myself.
I don't need to be invited.
I don't need to be called.
I don't need you to like me.


But it would be nice. I don't need it. But it would be nice.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Reduced Fat.

So due to my GERD/acid reflux/ulcer/my stomach is trying to kill I'm changing my diet in hopes that I won't feel like throwing up stomach acid all day long. This new diet requires me to avoid acidic foods/drinks, eating before bed, and high fatty food.

Lucky for me, you can find a lot of things at the grocery store that are "reduced fat." I can still have my bagel and cream cheese and I even found Reduced Fat Chips Ahoy. Well, I figured out why people who eat a low fat diet lose weight.

Low fat or reduced fat is disgusting. It completely kills the desire to eat food at all. Fantastic. I'm at the most stressful time during the semester and I can't eat any of my comfort foods. Boooooo.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Where I Come From

I am from stories
From Berenstain Bears and Little Critter
I am from imagination and play
From avoiding the sharks in the pool
And naming myself royalty
I am from playing in a mud pit
Covered in bug bites, swallowed by an oversized t-shirt

I am from biscuits and gravy
From the hills of Tennessee and Kentucky
I am my mother's voice and my father's eyes
From Down in the Valley and You are my Sunshine
I am from singing and dancing in front of the camera
And playing crocodile in the living room, trying not to get snagged
I am from home movies and annual family portraits

I am from coloring in a pew
From ringing brightly colored bells and
Standing on stage dressed like a donkey
I am from slicked back ballerina buns
From lost jazz shoes and attempted flexibility
I am from not reaching the pedals and the
Never ending scoot up to the piano

I am from bright lights and opening lines
From in-depth monologues and moments of blank
I'm from Henry Higgins house and the haunted hotel on the corner
From Wounded Knee and the excursion out West
I'm from ugly costumes and unplanned bursts of laughter
From wearing stage makeup in public
And resentment towards the final curtain close

Threads of stories weave in and out of who I am
An expanding quilt of life, legacy, and love
Begun by my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles
Now continued through my hard work and persistence
Working to find myself, using past patterns to create new ones
Keeping memories in mind but ever moving forward
I am from stories