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Restaurants play a key role in society. Someone has to make food for the rest of the world, or at least serve as a liason between people who want food and people who prepare food. I am one of those people.
Even though at work I'm in rage mode almost all the time, I have to admit I enjoy working in restaurants. The money could be better but there's usually no drug testing in restaurant work, it's an easy job to schedule around school, and most places I've worked at have had lots of fun people. Some of them are complete loons, naturally, but they're still fun people. And yes, sometimes it's an effing battle of wills just to get your job done. Just this week I've had to threaten four cooks with decapitation or general dismemberment ("Your soul will have to wander the earth forever, Chuck. Think about that."). But as much as I complain or threaten grievous bodily harm, I do appreciate the high level of energy.
In fact, I think the most fun I've ever had while working was at my first restaurant gig (some cheap-ass Italian place, I refuse to name which particular franchise on the grounds that it may incriminate me). It was a complete madhouse, I tell you. No discipline whatsoever, massive amounts of drug abuse, negligent management...good times. Forget about coming in to work hungover, people were coming to work actively drunk or on acid or rolling their asses off or so coked up their eyes would not stop vibrating. I would come to work after being awake for days on dirty psychadelic drugs I found in some club, convincing myself I could talk to people and think rationally when the truth was I could hardly walk in a straight line or finish a sentence without throwing in the phrase "I am SO FUCKED UP". I'm positive I ruined at least a dozen birthday parties and probably the same number of graduation dinners while working there. I eventually got fired for giving back a tip.
Anyway. This thread's purpose is to determine how many Barbeloids work in the food service industry. Also it can be used to tell amusing stories or piss and moan about the backward-ass fucks you have to wait on (or work with). Just to get the ball rolling: today I was this close to telling a family of four to eat shit and die. I realize that's completely out of line, those poor people just wanted more breadsticks or coffee or whatever the fuck it was they asked me for, but I was very obviously not their server and holding a tray stacked with, like, eleven hundred dishes. |
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