Christine EaganApril 24, 2007Analysis of my workI was sitting there in my basement wandering what I was going to do for my personal essay. I glanced briefly at the assignment and had a grasp of what the professor was expecting. Thoughts were flying through my mind as I was looking around in my big and empty basement staring at my computer. I had a blank mind thinking about different events that have happened in my life that I thought were appropriate to talk about. I took a break and decided to go do some laundry to clear my head. All that came to my mind was how much laundry was down here and that nobody wishes to give me a hand in my every day activities. Therefore, I sat there and thought wow what a good idea! I was going to write about how it was to live in my house and describe it from when I was younger until now. So I continued to conduct a list of different aspects and thought that this would be boring.So again now, I went upstairs lying in my bed, trying to come up with ideas that would bring me back to my past, because sometimes I try not to think about certain events that have happened. It is now getting late and my son hops into bed with me and as were watching TV, my son keeps on talking to me as I am still trying to figure what would make a good personal essay. He than falls asleep and I get up and look around in my room at all the pictures. The pictures I look at are; my son Branden from when he was a baby until now, 4years old, my fiancé, pictures from my junior prom until now. Than it hit me, I wanted to talk about my relationship with my now fiancé and the struggles we have been through together, and how we are still holding out strong today.I started to list numerous ideas about obstacles we have been through. Some things on the list were; When we first met, when he got locked up, when I found out I was pregnant when he was not around, when he came home, and how we were doing today. With this list, I told my story in order from when I was in high school to until now in a segmented way. I thought the perfect atmosphere to be in was my fiancé house so I felt like I used to when I was younger to free my mind. As soon as I started writing, I could not stop! These pictures in my head of past events I repressed for so long were coming back to me. I was alone in his room just reflecting on overall the obstacles I have been through by myself, with our son, and with him. After I wrote my essay, I cried because those memories were hard, but they were happy tears to think, look where I am today.
When I completed my essay, I posted it on my blogger, and sent a copy to my professor. I viewed my blogger page in class and it came to my knowledge that I had 1 comment from my teacher, Chandler was her name. She expressed that I had too conclude that I needed a main focus to capture the reader’s attention. When writing my second copy I took her comments into perspective and did not conduct any list, just used my thoughts to make the best personal essay I was capable of. In dealing with writing and meeting the criteria for the assignment was a difficult task for me because I was not a writing major. I had fun and it was a good way to vent and express who I am and who I became.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
revised memoir
Christine Eagan
April 25, 2007
Revised (memoir)
It was a warm sunny day, hot as ever in our town house and my mother was sleeping exhausted from a long days work at the diner. My father was already gone and off to work in this sticky and humid weather. I woke up and got myself ready for school, made my own breakfast, dressed myself, and got my little brother ready for a routine day at school. We exited the house and told our mother goodbye and walked ourselves to the bus stop down the street. When we got to the bus stop you would always see all the other mothers out there with their children, but not mine. I knew she was a hard worker so at that age I never thought anything of it, but I felt like I always had to be my brother’s protector.
Throughout our day at school if my little brother ever had difficulty in school they would always call me over and I would help him out in any way that I could, because he had difficulty learning. This was a burden but I enjoyed doing it to assist my brother when he needed me.
At the end of the school day I would get my brother and we would be off to the bus. On the way home I would just get lost in thinking about how things would be if my mom was around more. We now arrived home and my mom was now getting ready to go to work, blow drying her hair, putting make-up on and ironing her shirt. I always looked at her before she left and thought how beautiful she was to me. So after every time I looked at her I could never get mad because I know she worked to better her family and buy the things that we wanted.
Now I’m 17 in high school and it was a chilly winter night at my senior year chorus concert. This was a special day to me because it was my last concert so everyone that I loved I wanted to be there. This meant a lot to me and my mother promised she would be there. So I get there early full of excitement and I am in the back stage with my friends chatting. Now, it was time to go out and as I walked out I looked for my family, and all I saw was my father and little brother. I was crushed, I felt as if I was in a movie that the parent doesn’t come to the show for their child. This was no movie this was for real, she promised and was not there. In the end of the concert we sang and all the seniors walked out and gave roses to our parents. I handed both of mine to my father and hugged him and just cried.
I went home later that night and just cried in my bed, without saying a word to my mom. My mother was not one to communicate, and sometimes I did not wanted to talk I just wanted her there.
I woke up that morning and entered my mother’s room; I think she was sound asleep. I sat next to her and told her that I was in extreme dismay because she missed something that meant a lot to me and probably there is no way to make it up to me. I left her room and a tear ran down my eye and with one last look at her before I left the door she opened her eyes in remorse, but never spoke of what I said.
At seventeen I faced many obstacles I found out I was pregnant, my boyfriend went away, and I felt as if nobody in the whole world could ever replace the hurt. Until that beautiful and bright sun shining day, my angelic son was born. Although my other angel, my boyfriend could not be there, my mom and dad were. They both stood by my side and supported me to no end. That day I promised myself that no matter what the circumstance I would always be there for my son, through any obstacles I would forever be by his side as his mother and best friend.
I will never forget the day that I though to be perfect, my son’s christening. It was a summer day, weather so warm, but not too hot. The ceremony was incredible, and I felt so proud to be my son’s mother. He looked so cute; you would have thought he was an angel.
So after the christening we went to the hall and met with all our family and friends. Everybody is having a good time and suddenly I realize that my mom just disappeared. So I walk out and she is walking up the street rapidly. So of course I continue to follow her. I’m yelling, “mom”, and still she’s not responding. So finally she stops and gets into a car with another man and kisses him on the lips. I stop in front of the car and look her right in the eyes and told her that this is the last time you hurt me, you lied to me and there was no more room in my heart for forgiveness. I went back to the party as my father was there, and I never spoke of what I saw, because this was my son special day and nothing was going to ruin that. Later that night I sat at my computer and just started typing my feelings and it came out like this:
EmotionsMillions of thoughts race through my mind. Why do I hold it in? I wish I could unwind. Mangled in utter confusion wander...Why do people act so unrefined. If I'm so fortunate...Why is my heart bleeding internally. It drips of anguish, suffering, and anxiety. Tears of sadness fall continuously puddle of sorrow occurs instantly. In time the flow of a river drowns me, and all I wanted was for everyone to be happy.
This poems entails that all the admiration I had for my mom at one point just disappeared! I always just wanted her to tell me the truth, even though it hurts. She is my mom and that is something I could never change. She has not changed but is always there for my son. The truth does hurt so I just hate that I cannot have the relationship I have always wanted with my mother.
After everything I still have trouble telling my mother, I love you. Some things are hard but I try my hardest to try to forget the past and just focus on the future. I want things to get better, and one thing that I can say is she taught me that the relationship I have with my son now will affect him forever.
April 25, 2007
Revised (memoir)
It was a warm sunny day, hot as ever in our town house and my mother was sleeping exhausted from a long days work at the diner. My father was already gone and off to work in this sticky and humid weather. I woke up and got myself ready for school, made my own breakfast, dressed myself, and got my little brother ready for a routine day at school. We exited the house and told our mother goodbye and walked ourselves to the bus stop down the street. When we got to the bus stop you would always see all the other mothers out there with their children, but not mine. I knew she was a hard worker so at that age I never thought anything of it, but I felt like I always had to be my brother’s protector.
Throughout our day at school if my little brother ever had difficulty in school they would always call me over and I would help him out in any way that I could, because he had difficulty learning. This was a burden but I enjoyed doing it to assist my brother when he needed me.
At the end of the school day I would get my brother and we would be off to the bus. On the way home I would just get lost in thinking about how things would be if my mom was around more. We now arrived home and my mom was now getting ready to go to work, blow drying her hair, putting make-up on and ironing her shirt. I always looked at her before she left and thought how beautiful she was to me. So after every time I looked at her I could never get mad because I know she worked to better her family and buy the things that we wanted.
Now I’m 17 in high school and it was a chilly winter night at my senior year chorus concert. This was a special day to me because it was my last concert so everyone that I loved I wanted to be there. This meant a lot to me and my mother promised she would be there. So I get there early full of excitement and I am in the back stage with my friends chatting. Now, it was time to go out and as I walked out I looked for my family, and all I saw was my father and little brother. I was crushed, I felt as if I was in a movie that the parent doesn’t come to the show for their child. This was no movie this was for real, she promised and was not there. In the end of the concert we sang and all the seniors walked out and gave roses to our parents. I handed both of mine to my father and hugged him and just cried.
I went home later that night and just cried in my bed, without saying a word to my mom. My mother was not one to communicate, and sometimes I did not wanted to talk I just wanted her there.
I woke up that morning and entered my mother’s room; I think she was sound asleep. I sat next to her and told her that I was in extreme dismay because she missed something that meant a lot to me and probably there is no way to make it up to me. I left her room and a tear ran down my eye and with one last look at her before I left the door she opened her eyes in remorse, but never spoke of what I said.
At seventeen I faced many obstacles I found out I was pregnant, my boyfriend went away, and I felt as if nobody in the whole world could ever replace the hurt. Until that beautiful and bright sun shining day, my angelic son was born. Although my other angel, my boyfriend could not be there, my mom and dad were. They both stood by my side and supported me to no end. That day I promised myself that no matter what the circumstance I would always be there for my son, through any obstacles I would forever be by his side as his mother and best friend.
I will never forget the day that I though to be perfect, my son’s christening. It was a summer day, weather so warm, but not too hot. The ceremony was incredible, and I felt so proud to be my son’s mother. He looked so cute; you would have thought he was an angel.
So after the christening we went to the hall and met with all our family and friends. Everybody is having a good time and suddenly I realize that my mom just disappeared. So I walk out and she is walking up the street rapidly. So of course I continue to follow her. I’m yelling, “mom”, and still she’s not responding. So finally she stops and gets into a car with another man and kisses him on the lips. I stop in front of the car and look her right in the eyes and told her that this is the last time you hurt me, you lied to me and there was no more room in my heart for forgiveness. I went back to the party as my father was there, and I never spoke of what I saw, because this was my son special day and nothing was going to ruin that. Later that night I sat at my computer and just started typing my feelings and it came out like this:
EmotionsMillions of thoughts race through my mind. Why do I hold it in? I wish I could unwind. Mangled in utter confusion wander...Why do people act so unrefined. If I'm so fortunate...Why is my heart bleeding internally. It drips of anguish, suffering, and anxiety. Tears of sadness fall continuously puddle of sorrow occurs instantly. In time the flow of a river drowns me, and all I wanted was for everyone to be happy.
This poems entails that all the admiration I had for my mom at one point just disappeared! I always just wanted her to tell me the truth, even though it hurts. She is my mom and that is something I could never change. She has not changed but is always there for my son. The truth does hurt so I just hate that I cannot have the relationship I have always wanted with my mother.
After everything I still have trouble telling my mother, I love you. Some things are hard but I try my hardest to try to forget the past and just focus on the future. I want things to get better, and one thing that I can say is she taught me that the relationship I have with my son now will affect him forever.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
analysis of my personal essay
Christine Eagan
April 24, 2007
Analysis of my work
I was sitting there in my basement wandering what I was going to do for my personal essay. Thoughts were flying through my mind as I was looking around in my big and empty basement staring at my computer. I had a blank mind thinking about different events that have happened in my life that I thought were appropriate to talk about. I took a break and decided to go do some laundry to clear my head. All that came to my mind was how much laundry was down here and that nobody wishes to give me a hand in my every day activities. So I sat there and thought wow what a good idea! I was going to write about how it was to live in my house and describe it from when I was younger until now. So I continued to conduct a list of different aspects and thought that this would be boring.
So again now I went upstairs lying in my bed, trying to come up with ideas that would bring me back to my past, because sometimes I try not to think about certain events that have happened. It is now getting late and my son hops into bed with me and as were watching TV, my son keeps on talking to me as I am still trying to figure what would make a good personal essay. He than falls asleep and I get up and look around in my room at all the pictures. The pictures I look at are; my son Branden from when he was a baby until now, 4years old, my fiancé, pictures from my junior prom until now. Than it hit me, I wanted to talk about my relationship with my now fiancé and the struggles we have been through together, and how we are still holding out strong today.
I started to list numerous ideas about obstacles we have been through. Some things on the list were; When we first met, when he got locked up, when I found out I was pregnant when he was not around, when he came home, and how we were doing today. With this list I thought the perfect atmosphere to be in was my fiancé house so I felt like I used to when I was younger to free my mind.
As soon as I started writing I couldn’t stop! These pictures in my head of past events I repressed for so long were coming back to me. I was alone in his room just reflecting on overall the obstacles I have been through by myself, with our son, and with him. After I wrote my essay I cried because those memories were hard, but they were happy tears to think, look where I am today.
April 24, 2007
Analysis of my work
I was sitting there in my basement wandering what I was going to do for my personal essay. Thoughts were flying through my mind as I was looking around in my big and empty basement staring at my computer. I had a blank mind thinking about different events that have happened in my life that I thought were appropriate to talk about. I took a break and decided to go do some laundry to clear my head. All that came to my mind was how much laundry was down here and that nobody wishes to give me a hand in my every day activities. So I sat there and thought wow what a good idea! I was going to write about how it was to live in my house and describe it from when I was younger until now. So I continued to conduct a list of different aspects and thought that this would be boring.
So again now I went upstairs lying in my bed, trying to come up with ideas that would bring me back to my past, because sometimes I try not to think about certain events that have happened. It is now getting late and my son hops into bed with me and as were watching TV, my son keeps on talking to me as I am still trying to figure what would make a good personal essay. He than falls asleep and I get up and look around in my room at all the pictures. The pictures I look at are; my son Branden from when he was a baby until now, 4years old, my fiancé, pictures from my junior prom until now. Than it hit me, I wanted to talk about my relationship with my now fiancé and the struggles we have been through together, and how we are still holding out strong today.
I started to list numerous ideas about obstacles we have been through. Some things on the list were; When we first met, when he got locked up, when I found out I was pregnant when he was not around, when he came home, and how we were doing today. With this list I thought the perfect atmosphere to be in was my fiancé house so I felt like I used to when I was younger to free my mind.
As soon as I started writing I couldn’t stop! These pictures in my head of past events I repressed for so long were coming back to me. I was alone in his room just reflecting on overall the obstacles I have been through by myself, with our son, and with him. After I wrote my essay I cried because those memories were hard, but they were happy tears to think, look where I am today.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
nature essay
Another long drive to the exotic beach called Daytona Beach, Florida. I usually look forward to go but not this year. I am leaving my boyfriend home and I just wish he would of came but something came up that made him not come. On the way we passed through the states and I think it is just amazing how on the highway on one side it is clear as day and you just run right into a pouring rain storm and that is sort of how I felt, excited to go there but than on the contrary I felt like I was going to cry a river cause of leaving my boyfriend. As we progress to get there the weather gets nicer and funny as it may sound so do the people. I have noticed that people in the north are much meaner and impatient, wheras down south it seems like everybody is so friendly and they do not have a care in the world. As a person that lives in New Jersey. Daytona Beach really is somewhere I could just relax and not worry about anything.
We finally reach our destination and I notice by the hot temperature, palm trees, ocean, board walk and surf shops on every corner. We get out of the car and stretch from that long drive, and the first thing I did was walk on the deck and just watch the view of the ocean. As I look at the calm ocean, the sand clashing into thje waves as the sun was glistening down, all I could think was how beautiful and calm this made me feel. I blocked out the loud D.J and people drinking at the tiki bar, kids screaming, and cars driving on the beach because I just zoned out to the one thing that actually makes me feel one with nature.
As we checked in and got situated my family and I got our bathing suits on and headed for the beach. As I looked around there were seashells digging in my feet, birds flying above us in the bright blue sky, hot air ballons, and those little hellicoptors with the banner messages all around. It drove me a little crazy to see this amazing area just covered with tourist and no room for the animals of the enviornment. I felt as if we were introuding on their home and they wanted it back. The only animal that I think actually likes that are the birds because the tourists are continuissly feeding them.
I dip my foot in the crystal clear ocean and it is so warm and it felt like I was in heaven. I layed my head down in the water as my feet were getting mangled with the seeweed. As my feet were always getting hurt on little shells, seaweed , and the feeling of the hot sand upon my feet, all I could think was that I was enjoying myself but the more I tried to relax the more I missed my boyfriend.
I proceeded to get out of the ocean as the sun started to go down, little children began to leave, cars were exiting off the beach and the beach was soon to be at peace. I sat there and watched the sun go down, and it really is a magnificent sight. Once all the poeple come off the beach that is when all the animals start to come out. I saw crabs, little fish close to the shore,and the whole beach at utter silence.
I layed there with the sand all in my hair and just stared in the sky. I heard the enchanting sound of the waves and watched as the moon came out. There was nothing I loved more than what I was doing at that point. For the first time in a long time I was at ease, no worries, no problems, no bills on my mind. Suprisingly so I was so relaxed that I fell asleep.
The following summer is here and here we are again. Now my eyes are wide open from looking around of all the damage that has occured from the numerous hurricanes. My whole aura has changed. When I layed down by the beach I felt hurt and amazed that all this happened through mother nature. At the end of my thoughts there was only one thing that I felt.....nature is uncontrolable, and that also too is how I look at my realtionship with my now fiance. You never know what is going to happen so cherish what part of it that you can.
We finally reach our destination and I notice by the hot temperature, palm trees, ocean, board walk and surf shops on every corner. We get out of the car and stretch from that long drive, and the first thing I did was walk on the deck and just watch the view of the ocean. As I look at the calm ocean, the sand clashing into thje waves as the sun was glistening down, all I could think was how beautiful and calm this made me feel. I blocked out the loud D.J and people drinking at the tiki bar, kids screaming, and cars driving on the beach because I just zoned out to the one thing that actually makes me feel one with nature.
As we checked in and got situated my family and I got our bathing suits on and headed for the beach. As I looked around there were seashells digging in my feet, birds flying above us in the bright blue sky, hot air ballons, and those little hellicoptors with the banner messages all around. It drove me a little crazy to see this amazing area just covered with tourist and no room for the animals of the enviornment. I felt as if we were introuding on their home and they wanted it back. The only animal that I think actually likes that are the birds because the tourists are continuissly feeding them.
I dip my foot in the crystal clear ocean and it is so warm and it felt like I was in heaven. I layed my head down in the water as my feet were getting mangled with the seeweed. As my feet were always getting hurt on little shells, seaweed , and the feeling of the hot sand upon my feet, all I could think was that I was enjoying myself but the more I tried to relax the more I missed my boyfriend.
I proceeded to get out of the ocean as the sun started to go down, little children began to leave, cars were exiting off the beach and the beach was soon to be at peace. I sat there and watched the sun go down, and it really is a magnificent sight. Once all the poeple come off the beach that is when all the animals start to come out. I saw crabs, little fish close to the shore,and the whole beach at utter silence.
I layed there with the sand all in my hair and just stared in the sky. I heard the enchanting sound of the waves and watched as the moon came out. There was nothing I loved more than what I was doing at that point. For the first time in a long time I was at ease, no worries, no problems, no bills on my mind. Suprisingly so I was so relaxed that I fell asleep.
The following summer is here and here we are again. Now my eyes are wide open from looking around of all the damage that has occured from the numerous hurricanes. My whole aura has changed. When I layed down by the beach I felt hurt and amazed that all this happened through mother nature. At the end of my thoughts there was only one thing that I felt.....nature is uncontrolable, and that also too is how I look at my realtionship with my now fiance. You never know what is going to happen so cherish what part of it that you can.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
nature free write
Daytona Beach
meaning of the waves.
how the ocean makes me feel.
the reason for being there.
how different the atmosphere was at night and during the day.
the different types of animals around.
talk about how you were able to drive on the beach and how it effected the enviornment.
what the sun represents and how it brings joy to others around them.
meaning of the waves.
how the ocean makes me feel.
the reason for being there.
how different the atmosphere was at night and during the day.
the different types of animals around.
talk about how you were able to drive on the beach and how it effected the enviornment.
what the sun represents and how it brings joy to others around them.
journal
Life as a server isnt all that you may think it is. There is so much more to behind the scenes than you may know. Many people that become servers usually do not know what they are getting themselves into. The hours are very long and usually no breaks just eat what you can in between.
Throughout the day you meet many kinds of people and each of them get served to the way they are. For example if you have a customer who looks like there having a bad day, either you try your best to see them smile or let them be so you do not make their day and yours bad. When employed at a certain restaurant for a long period of time you start to acquire many customers of all kinds. On wednsaday we have two dollar margaritas so you always have the same people come in to get their drink on. When you establish good relationships with your customers, you look forward to see them and they ask for you personally by name.
For all the other customers they are all there for the atmosphere , good food and service. These customers are were we as servers have to give our all and make them want to come back. There are steps in serving that we have to do and say to the customer because it is our job to do so and it may be a secreat shopper. Secreat shoppers are people hired to rate your service from a scale from 0-100, and this could hurt or make your store better. We first have to introduce ourselves and make sure we are prompt to our table, than offer if they would like a special drink, than offer an appitizer of your choice, you than take their order and make sure after they get their food everything is okay and offer dessert. If you miss any of these things with a shopper you may get fired. So if you ever wandered why when you go out to eat and the server asks you all those things...there just doing there job so let them.
Many people also do not know at what rate servers get paid, and it is not minimum wage. As servers we recieve 2.13 an hour and this is because the government thinks that with tips we get the same amount as minimum wage and sometimes this is not even true. So when it comes to check time we are lucky if our checks equal 20 dollars and that is bi weekly. We live on our tips and I feel as if the customers do not always realize this. We work hard for our money and we are the center of the communication core with the customer.
When a customer recieves the wrong food they automatically think it was the servers fault, but in all actuality it could be many people who made that mistake. It could be the server running the food to the wrong table, or the cook not reading the ticket right.
What I am trying to say is that serving could be a major money making business, but it is all about location. You have to give good service to get good tips. The employees you work with have to work as a team, and there must always be a vast amount of communication to make a restaurant run correctly.
Throughout the day you meet many kinds of people and each of them get served to the way they are. For example if you have a customer who looks like there having a bad day, either you try your best to see them smile or let them be so you do not make their day and yours bad. When employed at a certain restaurant for a long period of time you start to acquire many customers of all kinds. On wednsaday we have two dollar margaritas so you always have the same people come in to get their drink on. When you establish good relationships with your customers, you look forward to see them and they ask for you personally by name.
For all the other customers they are all there for the atmosphere , good food and service. These customers are were we as servers have to give our all and make them want to come back. There are steps in serving that we have to do and say to the customer because it is our job to do so and it may be a secreat shopper. Secreat shoppers are people hired to rate your service from a scale from 0-100, and this could hurt or make your store better. We first have to introduce ourselves and make sure we are prompt to our table, than offer if they would like a special drink, than offer an appitizer of your choice, you than take their order and make sure after they get their food everything is okay and offer dessert. If you miss any of these things with a shopper you may get fired. So if you ever wandered why when you go out to eat and the server asks you all those things...there just doing there job so let them.
Many people also do not know at what rate servers get paid, and it is not minimum wage. As servers we recieve 2.13 an hour and this is because the government thinks that with tips we get the same amount as minimum wage and sometimes this is not even true. So when it comes to check time we are lucky if our checks equal 20 dollars and that is bi weekly. We live on our tips and I feel as if the customers do not always realize this. We work hard for our money and we are the center of the communication core with the customer.
When a customer recieves the wrong food they automatically think it was the servers fault, but in all actuality it could be many people who made that mistake. It could be the server running the food to the wrong table, or the cook not reading the ticket right.
What I am trying to say is that serving could be a major money making business, but it is all about location. You have to give good service to get good tips. The employees you work with have to work as a team, and there must always be a vast amount of communication to make a restaurant run correctly.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
journalism piece not complete yet
In the midst of the atmosphere of dirty dishes, unfinished sidework, long hours, stealing of tables, people running around aimlessley, no time for breaks and the overwhelming anxiety to please the customer....welcome to the world of serving. There are many aspects in dealing with the restaurant business. For every company I have ever worked for as you already know it's all about advertisement, location, and atmosphere. The golden rule of serving is to always please the customer.
As a server there are various things that drive me crazy. First, there's something called side work and this is work you have to do before you come in to make sure that you do not run out when and if it does get busy throughout your shift. For the most part servers will do anything to slack off in dealing with this. Therfore you have to do it yourself , when you have like six tables and no ice or glasses stocked to give your customer there drinks. Secondly, we have something called rotation and what happens when either you get skipped or somebody steals your table....you lose money, and your only making 2.13 an hour so every penny counts because at the end of two weeks your lucky if your check is $20. As a server we live off our tips and it really bothers me when other people do not realize that were busting our butts to see them happy and everything is perfect but they leave a bad tip......it just hurts.
One thing I would love the customer to know is just try to realize that there not the only person in the restaurant, and if they do not like something, dont make a big deal just to get a free meal cause that just makes the server look bad. Sometimes I feel as if customers think there better than me just for the mere fact that I am a serving them.
As a server there are various things that drive me crazy. First, there's something called side work and this is work you have to do before you come in to make sure that you do not run out when and if it does get busy throughout your shift. For the most part servers will do anything to slack off in dealing with this. Therfore you have to do it yourself , when you have like six tables and no ice or glasses stocked to give your customer there drinks. Secondly, we have something called rotation and what happens when either you get skipped or somebody steals your table....you lose money, and your only making 2.13 an hour so every penny counts because at the end of two weeks your lucky if your check is $20. As a server we live off our tips and it really bothers me when other people do not realize that were busting our butts to see them happy and everything is perfect but they leave a bad tip......it just hurts.
One thing I would love the customer to know is just try to realize that there not the only person in the restaurant, and if they do not like something, dont make a big deal just to get a free meal cause that just makes the server look bad. Sometimes I feel as if customers think there better than me just for the mere fact that I am a serving them.
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