Monday, March 30, 2009

“I'd probably be famous now if I wasn't such a good waitress.”

I want to preface this by saying that I actually had a really great night at work. Great tables, great people and great money....sometimes you just need to vent. I work as a server (or waitress, if you want to be less politically correct) and there are a few things that really grind my gears.

  • When I ask you if there is anything else that you need and you ask for ketchup....fine. When I return to your table and you ask for salt...*sigh* fine. When I return to your table and you ask for A1 sauce...WHY DON'T YOU ASK FOR EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE?
  • When I ask if you want cream and/or sugar for your coffee and you say 'No'. Then you return to the table with your coffee and you look at me like I'm a moron and say "Cream and sugar?"
  • When you interrupt me while I am telling you about the menu to ask questions about the patient.
  • When I am trying to deliver your food and don't move your bread plate....then you just look at me...slack jawed.
  • When you make fun of my accent in the first 60 seconds....especially when you want something from me....i.e. "We really like the bread, okay?" "I'll bring your bread out post-haste." "You'll bring it what?" "Out." "Oooout? Ha ha ha. Say oooout and abooooout!" "Uh, no. And you can wait for your bread."


  1. what did you you think when work with americans

  2. Fair enough.
    tonight i had a guy ask me 'so, you're Canadian, what's the deal with Rush?'....I had no idea what to say to that!