Last night twenty elementary school teachers made me cry. It was their party and and i was reduced to tears.
I was working and the teachers were celebrating someones birthday. It started out bad, BAD, right from the moment they walked in and hated the way their tables were set up. It's a boring story really. They were not diners and expected fast service and appetizers and meals to come at the same time. And twenty separate checks. Right away!
I busted my ass for two hours getting them drinks, making tableside caesars and organizing bills. Then they stood up and started berating me for "no service for two hours!"
I'm not sure what it was, but i totally lost it. I didn't get angry. I just broke down. I had to leave and sit outside for half an hour. I think that i'm just exhausted. That all the hard work i am doing in all corners of my life feels so unrewarded. Or perhaps, acknowledged.
I have this personality that makes me want to please people, make them happy, help them out. I do it because i like it. I like it when people are happy because of some small thing i did. That's why i like my job, i love the act of fine dining. The escape, for a few hours, from reality. To pamper with great food, great wine and a great atmosphere. Seeing people truly enjoy the company of others. It feels good to do that, to provide that interlude from this crazy world.


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On behalf of my profession, I apologise.
(Most of us are really quite nice....)
Posted by Frogdancer | September 25, 2008 2:53 PM