I'm about done waiting tables. I've always liked it, but last night might have been the moment when I stopped. It just wasn't fun for me to run around serving people things.
Late in the evening, a table of seven came and sat outside. They were a desert table, which means double the work for me (I get all the desserts and drinks) and about a quarter of the tip. I bring glasses out to the them. I fill up their water. I bring silverware out to them. They order 4 decaf coffees and 2 regular coffees. I bring the four decaf coffees out first because I only have two hands. As soon as I put them down, they tell me they need more water and are ready to give me their dessert order. Oh, and cream and sugar as well. I want to tell them that I only have two hands, that all that stuff is on the way, but I just smile and rush back for the rest of my load. I bring out the two regular coffees, and one guy asks me, Didn't you hear me change my order? I wanted decaf. So I run back in, dump his regular, and add decaf. By the time I return, they need more water, and I still haven't taken their dessert order. I repeat the desserts. They order two desserts to split amongst seven people. They need more water. Fat man on the left has already drunk his coffee. I refill these, then run back and make the desserts. I bring the desserts out, and make five separate trips back to get more coffee because they just don't get that it would be a whole lot nicer to tell me all at once that they need refills. These people had no concept of what it is like to wait tables, and didn't realize that I was doing everything I asked them to do but I only had two hands and two feet.
I charm them and they're fine by the time they leave. Their bill is $23, and they leave $5 tip, meaning they were the hardest table of the night and I made the least amount of money off them.
I worked all Saturday night, and the slow Memorial Day evening made me make just $7. Ugh.
I've given my notice that I'm done in August. My $$ situation is good, I'm too old to be working two jobs during the school year, and, frankly, it doesn't seem like I'm enjoying the whole waiting tables thing anyway anymore, which is the most important thing. Waiters who hate their job can't be any good. I've always like it, which is why I've been pretty good for so long.
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