Hungry People Suck

 

Working at a restaurant is an absolute shit show that no one prepares you for.

To paint a picture for you, it's Summer of 2021, and I thought to myself that I'm probably of the age where I should get a job of some sort. My first mistake was voluntarily choosing to be a hostess at a restaurant. My naive 16-year old self thought, “yeah, this seems like a good idea”... I would soon learn that I was indeed very wrong.

My first red flag should've been that they hired me and set me to work the same day with absolutely no work experience. Instead of thinking this was a questionable decision, I went home, changed into a cute outfit, and went back for my first shift. I didn’t receive any sort of training and was just sort of tossed into the mix.

On my first night, I looked over at our reservation system to see the number “700.” Seven…hundred…people were set to come in that night. However, at the time, that didn’t stress me out whatsoever. I was excited to finally be a part of something. Looking back, it seems a little silly that I was so excited to have a job. I overlooked so many slightly problematic things that happened to me over the course of those 2 years.

Don't get me wrong; I had so much fun working at a really popular restaurant in Los Angeles. However, I definitely learned a lot about people and how their entire personality can change in an instant over having to wait for a table? The two years I spent there were a constant up and down of emotions, I either had a great night or a terrible one… I'll elaborate on that for you.

A great night:

It was a Saturday, busy per usual, and I was working with 4 other girls all roughly the same age as me. They put a lot of trust into these high schoolers that were keeping their restaurant afloat. We were gossiping, as one does in between short breaks of checking people, when I looked up to see Anderson Pack. I slightly fangirled but tried my best to maintain my composure. He asked me if he could throw his after party at our restaurant, I very quickly responded “yes,” without putting much thought into what I just agreed to. The night progressed very quickly, and suddenly this sushi restaurant I worked at turned into a nightclub. There were people packing in from wall to wall. Eventually, everyone was up from their tables, dancing, and singing. All I could think about was the fact I had school the next day, but I quickly pushed those thoughts aside and just enjoyed the night.

Now, on the other hand…

A bad night:

To put it into perspective, this happened the day after the story above. It felt like a normal Friday, busy, overwhelming, and chaotic. I was honestly used to it at this point, but the vibes were off from the get-go. I was checking people in when this woman who seemed “normal” checked in for her reservation. I explained from the start that we were behind, and it was going to be a slight wait. She replied with “no problem” and went to grab a drink at the bar. Roughly 15 minutes later, she came back cussing me out because her table wasn’t ready yet. This conversation escalated very quickly, and before I knew it, I had a 40-year-old woman with more plastic surgery than you could imagine, SWINGING at me. As her boyfriend held her hands back, I screamed at her, “Beat up a 17-year-old, I dare you, that would look great on a police report.” She certainly didn't like that statement because she proceeded to pry her way out of her boyfriend's arms lunging at me with her fist in the air.

Moral of the story… Hungry people suck.

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- Reading Ease = 72

- Grade Level = 8.7

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