TomServo69
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Gone but not Forgotten
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Post by TomServo69 on Oct 20, 2008 22:20:05 GMT -5
Well, good luck with the employment. As far as my first job goes, when I turned 16, I got a job for a few months at a place called Ezell's Catfish Cabin which we fondly referred to as Sleazell's. Long story short, working as a cook at a seafood buffet joint sucks. Also, don't go into a seafood buffet joint 10 minutes before they close and demand that the cooks fix you 7 different things fresh because you don't want what's left on the buffet. You WILL get the uhhhhhh "special" seasoning.
Don't think about it too hard or you'll never eat again.
Servo
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Post by KyrieEleison on Oct 20, 2008 23:09:45 GMT -5
My first job was for the local minor league baseball team in town. I sold programs and scorecards, and then my second summer I worked the games in the corner of the park for all the snot-nosed kids who don't want to watch the game, so their parents give them $20 and let them run loose.
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Post by doctorz on Oct 22, 2008 10:35:41 GMT -5
Also, don't go into a seafood buffet joint 10 minutes before they close and demand that the cooks fix you 7 different things fresh because you don't want what's left on the buffet. You WILL get the uhhhhhh "special" seasoning. Don't think about it too hard or you'll never eat again. Servo I have never understood people who treat staff at restaurants like crap. Are they stupid as well as rude? Don't they know what they can do? Idiots.
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Post by solgroupie on Oct 22, 2008 18:23:56 GMT -5
i know. i worked as a server for about three years and saw my share of unbelievably rude customers and very vengeful co-workers. i recommend the movie waiting for anyone who wants to see what working in a restaurant is really like.
my first job was in a restaurant, but not as a server. i was a bread girl. we heated up raisin and rye bread and made coconut and blueberry muffins - put them all in wicker baskets and walked around to tables saying, "hi, i'm your bread girl! would you like some bread?" then we would use our bread tongs to whip off the cloth covering the bread with a flourish. we were rock stars.
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Post by mccloud on Oct 22, 2008 19:49:13 GMT -5
Well hell yeah - you brought the yummy warm bread!
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Post by Captain Hygiene on Oct 22, 2008 21:18:13 GMT -5
my first job was in a restaurant, but not as a server. i was a bread girl. we heated up raisin and rye bread and made coconut and blueberry muffins - put them all in wicker baskets and walked around to tables saying, "hi, i'm your bread girl! would you like some bread?" then we would use our bread tongs to whip off the cloth covering the bread with a flourish. we were rock stars. I'll bet you secretly envied the Lambert's waitresses who got to throw rolls at people.
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Post by CBG on Oct 23, 2008 12:06:59 GMT -5
... "hi, i'm your bread girl! would you like some bread?" then we would use our bread tongs to whip off the cloth covering... Oh, WOW!
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Post by Bix Dugan on Oct 23, 2008 15:53:58 GMT -5
I worked at a combination Convience Store / Video Rental place for ten years, then the place burned down. Wait. That was Clerks...
Oh yeah. At fifteen years old, I was a dishwasher at The ShowBoat, a popular family-owned restaurant on the pristine shoreline of Lake Erie in Ohio. Very busy on weekend nights and almost every night during the summer. Hot, humid kitchens. Disgusting blends of uneaten food mixed with drinks and cigarette butts...were at the bottom of each bus-tub. But getting through a rough night and then hanging out with those people made them your closest friends.
That movie Waiting was a reminder of that time. We didn't do the "look at my junk game", but during a break, one of the chefs asked me if I wanted a steak. I said, "sure!" The name of that cut of beef was new to me...a swinging sirlion?...You got me, Randy, you SOB...
And we usually got home in time to catch SNL and see Samurai Optometrist, slaking our thirst with an eight-pack of Little Kings and a few bong-loads. That was life at it's best. Next week: "I was eaten by sharks..."
But years later, during the Holidays when I'd return from California to see family & friends, the first place I'd check out was The Showboat.
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Post by solgroupie on Oct 23, 2008 19:56:22 GMT -5
And we usually got home in time to catch SNL and see Samurai Optometrist, slaking our thirst with an eight-pack of Little Kings and a few bong-loads. That was life at it's best. waiting tables was the hardest work i've ever done in my life and i don't miss it - but i know what bix means. the camaraderie you share with other servers, especially after work, was great. everyone sits around with food stains all over their shirts,worn out, but exhilarated at the same time - spending all their tip money on beer & weed, reliving the evening. good times.
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Post by Bix Dugan on Oct 24, 2008 12:29:22 GMT -5
We, the kitchen crew, would give "nasty looks' at the busboys, whenever they'd bring in the last couple of tubs at the end of the night. Like, what ELSE were they supposed to do with them? And we didn't have Bread Girls, but there were the Salad Girls... Those walk-in coolers were kind of a tight fit, when more than one person was in there. "I wasn't groping you, I was just trying to get around you!"
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Post by solgroupie on Oct 24, 2008 13:14:20 GMT -5
i feared the kitchen staff. especially when those idiot customers would walk in five minutes before closing and order half of everything off the menu. more than once i was the closing server who had to slowly walk back to the kitchen to break the news to them. there they would be - all lined up - everything that could be shut down and cleaned for the night was - and once i'd timidly tell them the news, they would all just exPLODE. i would never, ever do that to a restaurant now.
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Post by GProopdog on Oct 24, 2008 20:46:39 GMT -5
My first job was a nightmare, I was 14 and got a job at Old Navy. To make a long story short, the customers were rude, the three or for managers who worked there were either nasty arseholes or people who couldn't care less about anything, and my co-workers would dump all of the work on me since I was the "young kid" and therefore at the bottom of the totem pole. Not surprisingly, I left after about 4 months.
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