Waitress No More

Yesterday, was my final day as a waitress at a breakfast and lunch diner. 

For now, anyway. 

Who knows, I could get fired from my full-time next week and then I will have to resort to waitressing again. 

I will probably at some point have to resort to waitressing again anyway (in addition to my full-time) if I ever want to get myself out of the mound of college debt I am in. 

Which really isn't as much as most people, but still. 

My favorite part about being a waitress is that interaction with the customers. 

Most of them are nice, some of them bring their kids. 

Some of the kids are cute and polite, but most of them just stack the butters and jellies and then I have even more to clean-up, as if I already didn't have a messy table as it is- and a pancake and syrup splattered floor (beneath the messy table.) Not to mention that about 50% of them spill something throughout the course of their breakfast. 

A lot of the customers are regulars or frequents, which makes my job so much easier as a waitress. They are creatures of habit, so in addition to eating at the diner every weekend, in the same seat, at the same time, I could pretty much put in their order for them before they even tell it to me.
But, just in case, and mostly to amuse myself, I ask them what they will have anyway.

Can't you just tell I loved this job? I mean, my enthusiasm is written all over this post.

I do have to say, the money was good. That is probably what I will miss the most, before the waitresses (the ones I actually liked), and the customers (again, the ones I actually liked).
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Okay, okay I am exaggerating just a little bit. In all honesty, it was a fun job. The time passed quickly and I did like the people I worked with. I was fortunate to even have been given the opportunity to work there, with all my no-experience and what-not. I became pretty quick on my feet and I learned how to roll with the punches. If the cook gives you something different than how you placed it, you have to quickly know what to do and say to the customer- sometimes it means even taking the blame yourself. I learned not to let myself get so bogged down with the little stuff, take notice to detail, ask questions, and the customer is always right (even when you know they're really not).

Fortunately, now I have the experience I needed to go on to bigger and better waitressing jobs (my freshman year college self would totally be hating my 23 year-old post graduate self for waitressing after graduation.)
But I don't mind being a waitress. It is extra cash in my pocket, for loan payments or maybe just for a 6 pack when I get out of work.
Hmm...that sounds good right about now.

adiosamigos!
xo E