"I love Valentine's Day!"... Four words you'll never hear come out of a server's mouth.
Number one: the A/C is still partly out at work in one section of the restaurant.
Number two: guess which section I was in?
This year I'm back street side and back to the insanity of Valentine's Day.
I work at a new and very modern restaurant in an up and coming area of Orlando and was packed like a sardine can tonight.
I clocked in, had an espresso and hit the ground running...literally.
It didn't help that ...
Number one: Still feel like a newbie and can get overwhelmed when extremely busy.
Number two: Had a huge section of tables.
Number three: Had a new hostess trying to figure out table numbers and inadvertantly double, sometimes triple seating me.
I was drenched in sweat by five thirty and had only been clocked in for half an hour.
I'll have to admit that I've never worked a Valentine's Day with better customers. I got extremely lucky and every single table was nice, and then some.
My buddy, Jonathan aka Dr. Benton (from the old show ER) had a section of tables right next to me and helped me out time and time again. Nicest guy you'll ever meet and one of the best servers I know.
I've landed in a new restaurant, in a new town, at an old age and seems all too true that is hard for old dogs to learn new tricks.
I worry myself sick about every mistake and fret over every table.
I need someone to slap me like Cher did Nicolas Cage and tell me "Get over it!"
With help from Dr. Benton I got back on track and back to the task at hand.
It seemed like six o'clock to eight o'clock lasted ten hours.
I made more money tonight than have since starting my new gig, and was weeded out of my mind!
Servers call being too busy 'being in the weeds' and was where I spent most of the night.
But I made it.
Bonus points: am off on Wednesday and couldn't pay me to pick up a shift.
It's been hard starting over at a new job and much harder than moving to a new place, new state and away from everything and everyone I've always known.
I can take adapting to a new life, even if it takes me a hot minute and then some.
But when it comes to my job, not so much. It's the only thing I obsess about.
So I'm (just) a waitress for a living?
Yes you are correct... but am a bad ass at what I do for a living, and is a living which has served me well. (small pun)
Survived my almost forty years of the St. Valentine's Day Massacre and closer to than from,doing it from a walker with split tennis balls on the front legs.
I need to start looking at Hoverounds. The basket looks like it could hold a lot.
Til next time...Cotton