Most people’s job ends when they go home, sadly, not all of us…
Of all the things you choose in life, you don’t get to choose what your nightmares are. You don’t pick them; they pick you.— John Irving.
If you have any friends, relatives, or know anyone that is a waitress, I’m sure you’ve heard them talk about the nightmares. Now, I know this may sound stupid, but I kid you not, they are real, and they are scary.
Now, when I say nightmare, I don’t mean spooky goblins and creatures under the bed. I mean reoccurring awful things that are happening. I think the worst part about these nightmares, is that they seem so real. Often times, it’s about a really busy dinner rush, dropping a $32 steak, spilling on your customer, etc. Here’s an example for ya, one I just had last night!
The dream starts out just like any other night at work. It’s a Sunday night, in the winter, meaning that business is quite slow. It’s cold, starting to snow, there’s a packer vs. lions game on. Which, those of us that work in service industry know, that Sunday night football shifts, are the worst. One of the slowest shifts ever. So, in my dream, I’m the only waitress left, I sent everyone else home, because of the slow business.
I’m just wandering around, looking for something to do, I have a few small tables of two. And then about 15 people walk in. It turns out, there’s a big play at the theater in town, so I get like five hungry families that come in after the play. So, I’m a little flustered, but I manage. I get every tables order in, I bring out drinks etc. OH NO! I forgot about the small tables of two I already had earlier. Now, in server world, this is like the worst feeling ever. No body wants to be forgotten, especially hungry somebodies.
I quickly rush back to those tables and apologize. One table understands, and the other is pretty mad and would like their check so they can get out of here. I run back to the computer to print their check, and the computers go down. This is the worst! You can’t put in orders, you can’t run people’s debit cards, or open the cash drawer. Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do but shut the restaurant down.
Just as I am rushing to figure out the dang computer system. My food for all of those tables from the play is ready. I try to quickly take out their food. Whilst all my rushing around, I drop someone’s pasta!!
…And then I wake up! So, I know I know, not really a “nightmare” but to me, it is. And these happen quite frequently. Though, I do believe it makes me a better waitress. The next day at work, after having one of these dreams, I make sure I am on top of my game, and that I do not repeat any of the mistakes I had made in my dreams.
Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.Aristotle.