Sometimes when I get to feeling down about my (nearly over) Summer of Serving at The Worst Restaurant Ever, I watch Gilmore Girls, and I realize my situation could have been a lot worse.
For instance, I could have been Lane Kim, who had to be a server after finding out she was pregnant with honeymoon twins.
Perspective is a beautiful thing.
ps. a few people, (including e-friend Ace) have expressed concern that my bashing of my place of employment will get me fired. I am touched by the concern, but let us remember that I do a job 15 year olds could do. (Did I ever mention that one of the bussers is a former student?) Should I get fired the results will:
a. not go on a resume, nor do I ever intend to use anyone from this establishment as a reference.
b. start my weekend that much earlier, since I have only 4 days left before I quit and go back to my real life of working in schools with hormonal teenagers. And, YES THAT SOUNDS SO GOOD.
Also, I refuse to wear a name tag with my actual name. I do not wear the required "uniform." I am often late. I vocally and frequently disagree with my superiors. I refuse to work on days/shifts for no logical reason. The fact that I am not already fired is a miracle, and a testament to how truly lousy work conditions are.
So fear not, gentle readers. Fear not.