Cutiest story ever!

This didn’t actually happen to me, because I don’t really know if I am that good of a server yet; but it did happen to my trainer. Now I think that the girl that trained me has to be the nicest, most chilled out person that I know. She had this table last night that was a family with the cutest little girl. She had a great time with this table. When their dinning experience came to an end, the parents left a great tip. But the cutest thing was that the youngest daughter came up to my trainer and handed her two dollars and said, “I know that my parents tipped you good, but these are two of my own dollars because you are the nicest person I have ever met.” I think I would have cried. It was nice to see my trainer get the recognition she deserved for being such a good person. I hope I can be that nice someday.

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New items…More Work

I hate it when we get new stuff at the Outback.  I mean, it is pretty sweet when we get to try it all, but it sucks having to explain it all the time.  At the Outback, we have to do things called menu converstations.  This is when we grab the menus and talk about everything on the menu; like the table is iliterate and can’t read the menu themselves.  When we get new items, we have more crap to memorize and recite to these poor tables.  They just sit and stare at me with blank looks, knowing that they are going to order the same damn thing they ordered last time they came.   It can be helpful to people who are new to the Outback, but people who have been there a million times get bored.  If you really want to know the onces of every steak, go to the Outback website yourself http://www.outback.com

Weird…

Well, I was surfing around for interesting things to put on my blog about my job and I found a video some kid made.   I think it is a commercial for Outback.  I’m pretty impressed with the special effects.  I wish I loved a restaurant that much; to make a commerical for it.

Where everybody knows your name…

The regulars. Every restaurant and bar has them. I have been fortunate to have my first set of these loyal patrons. They are two little old ladies that come in every Monday and order the same thing. They get a brandy manhattan, and a vodka tonic with two olives. Then they sit there for about two hours, and then they order medium chicken wings with three sides of bleu cheese and one of BBQ sauce. I usually sit and talk to them for about a half an hour, learn about their lives, and tell them about mine. I don’t get to see my grandmothers very often, so it is nice to have some foster grandmothers to talk to. I understand why people keep going to the same places. They staff knows you and what you order, you usually get extra stuff, and you get to enjoy pleasent conversation. I really like regulars because it gives me a break from all the people that ignore me, and think of me as just their server. These ladies think of me as a friend, and that’s very important to me.

Restoring my faith in human kind

Let’s face it; there are a lot of crappy people that live in this world. People that zip in front of you and take your parking place, or who cut in line, or who just basically have no consideration for their fellow man. But there certainly are a lot of people that are working hard to restore humankind’s tarnished name. While serving at the Outback on a crazy busy Saturday night, I met some young men that certainly were doing there part to better the world. We were on about a 60 minute wait, and this particular couple had been waiting an extremely long time. They weren’t angry; they were just frustrated because they wanted to make it a relatively early night. There were four boys sitting near by who happened to over hear them discussing this. These boys were about eighteen, and we all know that young men of that age are not exactly known for being considerate of others or for having a lot of money. But these boys felt bad for this couple and decided to buy their drinks for them. The couple was eventually sat at my table, and they told me the story. They were so grateful for what these boys had done; they decided to buy them dessert. I just remember walking to the back of the restaurant with a smile on my face, realizing that inside this whirl-wind of evil that seems to engulf some humans, some people are still kind at heart and care about their fellow man.

Tipping is not a city in China

Ok, I’m being very hypocritical here, because my biggest pet peeve about blogs is that people just whine about life in a majority of the ones I have read. But I guess that in order for me to truly fit into the blogosphere (or whatever it’s called) I must do the same.
I work as a server at the Outback Steakhouse, and let me tell you, serving is by far the hardest thing I have ever done. I have done a bunch of other things; retail, factory work, worked with kids, and fast food. But I have never run around as much as I do at this job. I know that other servers can relate to a Saturday night when the wait is at seventy minutes and you just can’t seem to find time to sit down. But I don’t think that other people understand the amount of work we do. So yes, this may be a stereotypical rant that has been done by many servers before me, but people still are not getting the big picture. We bust our asses and make 2.13 an hour. I think it is hilarious when I tell people this and they don’t believe me. So, we rely on our wonderful tables to supply us with the money we need to live. I don’t like it either, but I didn’t make the rules. I understand that some people bring just enough money to pay for their meals, and don’t take tip into consideration. But everyone should know that tipping is part of the dinning experience. When you look at the price of an item, you need to figure out what it would be with tip and then decide. I understand too, that it is customary to tip on service, and if I do a bad job, I deserve to be tipped less. But when someone goes on and on about how great of a job I did, and then hands me a dollar, that is a huge slap in the face. This may be harsh, but like I said before, I don’t make the rules. Most people would tell me to get another job, but I absolutely love serving, and someone has to do it. I guess the point of this is just to remind people that those that bring your food and refill your damn Diet Coke about a thousand times rely on you to provide them with a bulk of their income. And I’m not going to say either that everyone tips poorly. I have tables that tip far more than necessary, and to those people, I am eternally grateful. But that doesn’t always happen. So please, next time you venture out for a night on the town, don’t forget about the server that is waiting on you hand and foot. You can make someone’s week by just leaving a couple extra bucks.