Let me level with you. One of the reasons most people find themselves in this industry is the lure of easy money. Who doesn’t like money? There are very few things you can do out there that promise a pay out of cash in hand at the end of the night. Okay, I can think of three . And waiting on tables is by far the least compromising of all of them.
The goal of any good server is to make as much cash as possible in the shortest time imaginable by exerting the least amount of effort. Why work harder than you have to? This isn’t your passion. Save your time and energy for the other things to which you aspire. Like being the first of your friends to get drunk and high today.
I, by most accounts, have what we in the industry like to call a dream job. Most nights I’m out between 8 and 9 o’clock and never later than 11:30. I have minimal to no side work. Almost 80% of my guests are men, business men. I usually work less than 30 hours a week. I don’t work brunches or Sundays for that matter and make more than enough money to afford my lavish New York lifestyle. Well… that use to be the case.
Back before the bubble burst.
I have grown men sitting down and ordering salads. For dinner. At a steakhouse!
And I ask myself, is it a sign of the times or the place? Do I abandon ship to another sinking vessel or do I hang on and pray we don’t take on too much water to stay a float? More to the point, why is my loyalty to this ship so strong?
I think because I can remember back to happier times when it was smooth sailing. We were just clipping along, heading far out to sea never dreaming that we could be caught in the middle of a hideous storm.
The optimist in me believes that the sun is hiding just behind that rain cloud, but the realist thinks I might need to put on a life preserver and swim.
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