"I swear to gosh if I have to handle one more drunk request to fondle someones chicken, I am going to HURL!"
As a waitress or in its other more lengthy terminology a ,totally overworked and underpaid lady of the food business, I too have been asked to caress a meat or poultry product all to often to count and felt a little cheated from my day to nightly toil. The cold emotional sting when I could not pour a boiling hot soup platter into an offenders lap. Until now I have forgotten all to quickly the turmoils a hospitality waitress endours, the aching feet, sore backs, disdain towards foods that have not been packaged far far away, and the smells of the kitchen mixing with sweat, cheap aftershave, and in some unusual cases crotch. I have an anewed respect of waiters and waitresses as of now, its not what old movies glamoursly depicted, there are no cute uniforms, or fun and captivating old geezers ordering coffee and talking about the weather. There is just gropey drunk guys, people who are allergic to tipping, and comments about being the "help". Tonight for example was a night like any other a collugue of mine was hit on by a drunk and dirorderly, but because she is a lowly service industry cretoness, she kept this little altercation to herself in order to prevent a job loss. Is it fair that this industry wholly endorses the "customers always right" clause? I am not sure I agree, mostly because I have been on the other side of the tracks, on the reicieving end of sexual harressment, and belittleing comments about my part time employment. I hope that the next time someone decides to 'stiff' the waitress out of her well earned tip, they remember that this is one of the hardest jobs in the hospitality industry, right up there with cleaning staff, although most cleaning staff get paid more than the waiting staff. Fair enough though, people can be disgusting, I should know, I caught a man trying to dispose of his buffet plate onto the floor of a baquet hall after he had spat up onto it. He was a doctor and I memorized his name so that I may never have the misfortune of being in his examining room.As for the 'handsy' men and sometimes women, male waiters are a number one target for old devorcees and spinsters to hound, please hands off, I have about two nerves not to stab you with a dinner fork in the thigh and my feet hurt to much to run away.
