I'm a Server on the Edge, I tell ya!

I hate my job. I didn't used to, I liked it for a while. I'm a server, by the way, at an Italian restaurant that's family-owned. I work for Italians. Like, real native Italians who grew up there, speak the language and didn't come to America until their 20s I believe. So basically, they're clueless. They don't realize that this is an entirely different culture with different "standards" and "rules". They don't understand that they need to conform to those "standards" (as far as a business is concerned) or they won't be successful. And they're on the verge of not being so. Customers are unhappy, employees are unhappy, but their egos prevent them from giving a shit. Oh, not to mention greed. Greedy little fuckers, they are.

Besides all that, I hate people. I hate serving people. I hate people leaving me crappy tips. This would explain my Halloween costume, actually. I was a disgruntled server. Well ok, it was more like disgruntled cocktail waitress, but people got the point. Let's see if I can get a picture on here.... Aaaaaand I can't. I got it on the page, but it's clear at the top, wtf. Ok, anyway, I had on a bloody shirt with a knife in my apron and a tray that had a bowl of bloody brains and eyeballs (they were gummy and edible!) and a severed hand with $2.00 in it. Gosh darn lousy tippers. I thought it was pretty good though. It was funny because when I was out, some guy put a $5 bill on my tray and said "Bud Light". Dude actually thought I worked there, haha! And somehow I ended up with an additional $8.00 on my tray at the end of the night... and I don't remember how this happened... But I digress...

So yeah, I hate my job. But the good thing is that I like the other servers. Barely, but I like them. And they're fun. And fake cockroaches scare them, which is also fun. The food is pretty good there, too, that's a plus. Well, unless you're on a diet (*ahem*), then it's not such a "plus". Unless you're speaking in pounds.

*Side note: Have you noticed I'm writing in spurts? Like this. And this. My thoughts are a bit choppy today, sorry.*

So yeah, I hate my job. Have I mentioned this? Seriously, working with the general public grows on you. Like a festering fungus. (Hey, that'd be a good punk rock band name.) It changes you a little and makes you dislike people. A lot. Well, some servers anyway, I know that there are certain types of people who can make a career out of serving. There's a term for them.... what is it again?.......... Oh yeah: INSANE. I've served off and on for about 10 years, and I've been at this particular job for just over 3.... and I can't take much more. And I only work weekends right now because between 3 kids and school, it doesn't leave much time. I do ok though. Besides not having a weekend. But it certainly motivates me when it comes to school, it's my ticket out!

But yeah, I hate my job. Thank god for fake cockroaches.