Monday, October 26, 2015
When Your Waitress Doesn't Smile
Enter party of 6 to table 44. Well at least half of them anyways. She gets drinks and an appetizer started. As she's getting appetizer plate for the table and drinks for the man and two girls currently sitting, a kind old gentleman walks in. He finally settles in table 46. So far, not that bad of a night. She goes and takes his drink order...a gin martini-straight up, dirty. He also wants the TV changed to the Ole Miss game. "Ok sir. Not a problem!" He also decides to take a moment to order.
She rings in the drink order in the computer and grabs the TV remote. As she's changing the channel, the other 3 people come in to table 44. She takes their drink orders and tells them about the specials. She goes to get their drinks and stops back by table 46. Still not ready to order, but he asks about his drink (which she's obviously not had time to run back to get--the TV remote is still in her apron for crying out loud). However, she sees that it is ready on the bar so she says she'll be right back with it.
She goes to get the 3 other drinks from the kitchen area, sets them on a tray, walks back by the bar to pick up the martini, and realizes that she has had another table go down at 48. She drops off the 3 drinks at 44 where the first 3 people have already guzzled down their drinks (one of which was a diet coke--she'll have to walk to the kitchen to get it). She promises to refill them as soon as she can. She looks around to see if her co-worker is available but sees she's just as busy taking an order at one table and at least another one that hasn't been greeted yet.
She runs the martini by 46 where the man has now decided he's ready to order. She glances at 48 where they have started counting seconds. Luckily the man's order is short and easy. She writes it down and rushes to take 48's drink order. They ask for two sweet teas and an appetizer so she rings in the app and runs to get the drinks. As she goes to get their drinks, the kitchen is calling for runners (someone to take food that is ready out to the table it goes to). A glance around reveals that no one else is around to hear it. "Got it!" she screams. She fills up 2 glasses with tea, one glass with diet coke (for the man at 44), puts it on a tray with 2 other tables' food, and heads out.
She takes the food by the tables where they procede to ask for extra dressings, A1, and one of the entrees is actually missing! Their server walks up at the moment and she relays the message. Then she drops the teas off at 48 with some appetizer plates she picked up on the way back up (she actually probably looks pretty silly with a huge tray and wooden jack for just two drinks and a couple of small plates). Before she leaves, she says she'll be right back for their order.
She sees that tables 45 and 47 have both gone down and remembers that 44 still hasn't ordered yet. She grabs the diet coke off the tray and stops because she realizes she never rang in the man's order for 46. She swings around to the computer to ring it in and grabs a pitcher of sweet tea off the edge of the bar. She also grabs some menus for the two tables. She drops them off saying she would be right back and heads for table 44.
She refills their drinks and asks if they are ready to order. They say yes so she sets the pitcher down to write their order. It's not too complicated but they do have some questions and one little girl has to rethink her order because they are out of what she wanted. Needless to say, it takes a few minutes. Finally, she finishes and can go greet the two other tables. She doesn't know which one was first so she stops and the closest one, table 45. She apologizes for it taking so long and gets their drink order-two sweet teas and a coke. They haven't decided on an appetizer yet. She gives them a minute and moves on to table 47 and does the same thing. They want a glass of wine and a beer. She finishes her spill with the specials and hurries off to ring in table 44's order, 47's drinks, and get drinks for 45. At this point, she is thankful that her section is now full.
**At this point I'm going to skip over all the other business--her going back to take food orders, ringing them in, and keeping drinks filled while they wait on their food. There's still plenty of action going on believe me, but most of it's redundant. Cut to the end of the meals.
Table 44 finishes their food and gets their check dropped off. They do not pay right away so she lets them take their time. Soon after the man at 46 and the couple at 47 finish too. She gets their tickets where they both pay promptly with credit cards. She heads back to the computer to take their payment, but on the way, 48 stops her and asks for a box and bowl for their leftover food and soup. Also it's the girl's birthday and she would like a dessert--strawberry cheesecake. She says that she'll get it for her and will be right back with the boxes.
She takes payment first, then heads down to get the boxes and a bag (she always gets a bag for them if they have more than two to-go items because it's easier to carry). She comes back and drops the payments off, thanks them, and wishes them a good night. Then she heads to table 48 where she offers to box up their food for them. She makes conversation during this and learns a little about her guests (when she has time, this is her favorite part of the job). She finishes about the time that someone brings up the girl's cheesecake. She wishes her happy birthday again and excuses herself to let them eat.
She grabs a spray bottle and towel to wipe off the two now vacant tables. As she's doing this, she notices that only one person remains at table 45 so she stops what she's doing and goes to print their check. (This is where it starts to get interesting!) As she is dropping it off, the woman still at the table says she would like to see a manager about the check (the one she hasn't even seen yet). The woman procedes to explain that the guy didn't like his pasta and this was his first time here and he would like it taken off (despite him having eaten all but like 2 bites). The waitress smiles and politely says I will go get her.
Now the manager, being a busy woman herself, is not easy to find. It takes the girl a minute but eventually catches up with her and explains what is going on. She hands her the check, and the manager walks back up to the table. At this point, the girl is informed that she has another table (her co-worker has now finished her shift and is working on going home so her section is now combined with the other girl's) however the bartender has already gotten their drinks, she just needs to ring them in.
The manager has now resolved the problem with table 45 and they are ready to pay, along with table 44. They both pay with $100 bills. Of course she doesn't have change for 200 dollars so since the to-go person is now gone, she has to find the bartender who has taken over to-go orders and is outside with a car. She patiently waits but the guests can see her. To them it probably looks like she's not doing anything. She's stuck helpless to do anything while they grow ever impatient. When she finally does get a chance to get change, she counts it out quickly and returns it to the tables, wishing them both a happy night and thanking them.
She ends up with $2.05 from table 45, more than what she was expecting. She continues to wait on the new table and continues on with her night.
If this seems hard to follow, then you realize just how much goes through your server's mind everytime you go out to eat on a busy night. Even if it's not busy, you can watch and see that your server is doing the best she can. This scenario played out in a span of about an hour. You might have expectations for how your night's going to go, but she can't help who comes into her section or what she has to deal with. So next time, maybe you'll be a little more patient, ask for extra items when she's taking the order to save her some steps, or just simply stop being so uptight long enough to remember your server is a person too. She has feelings and whether it looks like it to you, she really does care about her job and her guests she waits on. Because you remember that extra dressing that you asked for and never got? She didn't forget. I promise! It was only stored away in her mind where after getting in bed after midnight, she woke up at 3:30 in the morning only to remember that she never took it to you!
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
How I Came to Enjoy Housework
This is a little lengthy but I felt I needed to share. I hope someone gets as much of a blessing as I did when the Lord told it to me over a basket of clothes! :)
There have been times when I've struggled, as I'm sure many a new (and possibly experienced) housewife has, at the amount of on going housework. Couple that with the fact a lot of women work all day or night as well and it can be downright overwhelming sometimes. However tonight, I'm taking a new perspective on it! I'm glad, even thankful, that my house is never perfect and sometimes messy. Yes, I said it, and here's why.
-I'm thankful for a sinkful of dishes because that means that my husband and I have had a good meal that I was fortunate enough to buy and cook.
-I'm thankful for the bottomless dirty laundry hamper because it means I have way more than an abundance of clothes and a time saving way of washing/drying them.
-I'm thankful for the ever dusty floors and carpets to sweep and vacuum because I could be walking on a dirt floor instead.
-I'm thankful for unmade beds because it sure beats not having one.
-I'm thankful for toilet seats that are not put down and showers with hair in them because I don't have to go outside to use either one.
-I'm thankful for shredded toy animals to pick up ALL the time because we're lucky enough to have several four-legged babies that hold our hearts until the Good Lord sees fit to gift us with the two-legged variety. ;)
-I'm thankful for the decreased amount of time to complete these chores because my husband and I both have jobs which we could easily not have.
-Most of all, though, I'm thankful for my not so perfect and more often than not, messy home because it reminds me of how blessed we truly are.
So tonight, I think I'll temporarily complete my never ending list with a smile instead of a frown because sometimes the little things shouldn't be taken for granted!! :)
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
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Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Short story now available!
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Why Those Who Can Prefer to Teach
I am 23 years old. I have recently married, and I am currently on the search for a teaching position. I have been coined my whole life as 'the smart girl,' and quickly discovered in elementary school that some kids only wanted to be my friend so they could cheat off me. As a child, I did not realize that this would affect me and them both later on in life. It would affect them because they did not actually learn the material, rather they relied on me to help them pass the tests. As for myself, it caused me to think less of myself. What good did it do for me to be smart when the other students would just laugh or use me to get through high school? I knew I could do whatever I wanted when I grew up, but I lacked the confidence to pursue it. This, however, is not why I chose to teach instead.
At the same time that little Billy James* was cheating off my third grade math tests, I was also developing an interest. My aunt and grandmother were both school teachers, my aunt in high school and my grandmother an assistant in Kindergarten. I remembered my grandmother bringing home leftover worksheets from the end of the school year, ones that had too many copies made for whatever reason. She brought them with the intention of giving me something to do, but I had a different plan. I used these worksheets, and in a young child's way, demanded that my parents complete them so that I could check their work (Lord knows if I even knew the correct answers myself, but I still pretended I did.). When my parents became less than willing to participate, I turned to my rather large collection of stuffed animals. They, being a very patient audience, allowed me my first opportunities to "teach." By this point, I had collected a couple of old text books from various sources. My favorite, though, was an old math book. I would take my white board and teach these silent creatures about multiplying (which we were currently studying in third grade), adding, subtracting, and sometimes even decimals. After which, I would assign them homework from this single book, and later would make a test which I would pretend they had taken. I thought I had found my calling, but this was still not why I chose to teach.
It wasn't until many years later, after several debates on what to major in; after teaching myself in 8th grade how to do basic Trigonometry from my mom's old college book; and after finally deciding to do Elementary Education in college, that I realized exactly why I was doing what I was doing. It wasn't because I loved it as a child, and it wasn't because I couldn't do the work myself. My parents would always say, "You are so smart and could do anything you want, doctor, lawyer, psychiatrist...why do you want to teach?" At first, I didn't know, but when I did figure it out, this is what I told them. Because I want to make a difference. Because I want little Billy to not have to rely on the smart girl in class as he will have learned it himself. Because it won't matter if someone else has the ability to learn faster than others as long as they know they are capable of learning the same things. Because I know that if children love what they are learning, they will love to learn. Because I want to help them know that school doesn't have to be boring or hard. Because I want to help prepare those who will do in the world for their future careers. It thrills me whenever I am helping a student who is struggling with a concept, and then in a flash, see the light bulb go off in their head, the a-ha moment, and realize they finally understand. I live for the moment when I help a child discover their interest and try my best to feed it and not let the spark, the love for it die.
Einstein said, "If you can't explain it to a six year old, you don't understand it yourself." So I guess my number one reason why I prefer to teach is because I want to shift this paradigm. You see it's not because I can't do the work that I'm a teacher, but because I can do it that I am able to teach others how as well. "If you can't teach it, you can't do it!" That's why.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Every story starts with a scar
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Short story- pt. 2
It's a little ironic living in a town called Peace especially considering all that has happened there. We are the number one crime capital of Mississippi. That's not to say that good things don't happen, they are just very few. There was one good thing in my life though, my daughter. She was born on October 8, 2009, and was absolutely perfect. Despite spending the second semester of my senior year pregnant, I would not think of having it any other way. She was my saving grace, so fittingly, I named her Grace. It seems cliched because everyone thinks of their child in this way, but for me it was more than just a thought. She was my whole life, well what little I had left. We'll get there, but to understand the extent of my wound, I must first tell her story. Her story, the hope I cling to so desperately in these dark times, begins long before she was born. It started with a boy.
Her father, if you could call him that, left us shortly before she was born. He didn't even show up at the hospital, not that I expected him to. However, it did sting considering all that we had been through. See, he wasn't always like this. I remembered happier times. He and I had been grade school sweethearts having practically grown up together. His family and mine were close friends because we all went to church together. We officially became a "couple" in sixth grade when we were playing baseball outside after church one sweltering Sunday. I had hit him in the head with the ball while pitching and embarrassed, I cried fiercely while trying to hold a bag of ice steady on his now swollen forehead. He laughed it off, and later divulged that it was at this moment that he fell for me, the clumsy, knock-kneed girl with the tender heart who despite everything would manage to take care of him. We referred to this moment as the Newton's apple moment, like when Newton had the apple plop on his head and discovered gravity in action. It was a metaphor in a way for his falling in love with me, when the idea struck him, literally.
We continued dating all through high school. He played baseball and I was a band geek, not your ideal couple that you would imagine. He wasn't your typical, self-centered jock though. He was different. At lunch, we sat with a little boy in our class who had Down syndrome. They were best friends! But his personality was not the only thing I loved about him. He had toasted, brown hair with natural flecks of honey blond mixed in. His eyes were the color of the ocean water off the coast of Hawaii, that deep, clear blue with an almost transluscent effect to them. I teased him that someone would trip and fall into his eyes and never be able to escape. He would always laugh at my cheesy attempts at flirting, not my strongest suit. To say the least, he was very easy on the eyes and I would sometimes catch myself staring when we were together. He never noticed though. He was too modest to think anyone would be interested in his looks. It was just this about him that made me so blind as to never see coming what he did.
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Until next time loyal friends! :) If you haven't read part one, you can check it out here.
Thanks for being so awesome!!!