lol, na. She doesn’t even work in kitchens anymore and has less than no desire to. Too stressful and shitty hours. Plus, with some of her chronic conditions, the hours and hours standing would be unbearable.
She makes some of the best god damned food I’ve ever tasted though…
Concur… when I worked food service, I worked front of house. I hated the work, but the camaraderie among the weight staff was great. Definitely grew as a person in that time. Mutual experience with food service is part of how we fell in love.
That’s cool, and you’re right about the camaraderie. I’ve never had another job where we’d all sit around and drink and talk for hours after a shift. Sure, I’ve made friends at other jobs, but serving was a completely different animal.
Getting paid every night was pretty cool. It made it really difficult to budget anything though. I never had any idea how much money I’d make in a month. But I was terribly irresponsible with money back then anyways, so getting more of it every day was cool. Too broke to go out? That’s fine, just wait until after my shift. Now I’m rich*, bitch!
^(* rich meant I had enough money to drink beer at the bar, or grab a 12 pack and a pack of smokes on my way to a party. I never actually made good money as a waiter)
I deadass thought the tire company and the restoraunt rating system were two completely different and unrelated things. Wow
I thought so too for the longest time. My wife is a chef though, so it’s come up a couple of times since we got together…
Does she have a star?
lol, na. She doesn’t even work in kitchens anymore and has less than no desire to. Too stressful and shitty hours. Plus, with some of her chronic conditions, the hours and hours standing would be unbearable.
She makes some of the best god damned food I’ve ever tasted though…
Well, I mean, she has a brown star …
Working in kitchens is hell. Also somehow fun. I wouldn’t do it again, but it was certainly an experience.
Concur… when I worked food service, I worked front of house. I hated the work, but the camaraderie among the weight staff was great. Definitely grew as a person in that time. Mutual experience with food service is part of how we fell in love.
That’s cool, and you’re right about the camaraderie. I’ve never had another job where we’d all sit around and drink and talk for hours after a shift. Sure, I’ve made friends at other jobs, but serving was a completely different animal.
It was the main saving grace. The work sucks ass.
Getting paid every night was pretty cool. It made it really difficult to budget anything though. I never had any idea how much money I’d make in a month. But I was terribly irresponsible with money back then anyways, so getting more of it every day was cool. Too broke to go out? That’s fine, just wait until after my shift. Now I’m rich*, bitch!
^(* rich meant I had enough money to drink beer at the bar, or grab a 12 pack and a pack of smokes on my way to a party. I never actually made good money as a waiter)
As do most people, but the comment you’re replying to is the short and sweet of how it happened.