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.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Monday, March 5, 2007
free writing for journalism piece
Tanning salons
-why people go to tanning salons.
-what are the pros and cons
-what different types of tanning are available due to technology.
-which tanning techniques are safer, which are more dangerous.
-the cost of tanning.
-what kind of protection is used when tanning.
-how tanning is very relaxing.
-what it does to the skin
-what could happen if you tan more than once in a day.
-the workers perspective on tanning.
-also too a older person opposed to a younger person on tanning
-articles that have been done in dealing with tanning (doctors comments)
-benifits
Restaurants
-what happens behind the scenes
-why people only go to certain restarants
-location
-customers
-relationships with staff and customers
-table stealing
-tips and how that is all we rely on
type of people that usually serve
-customer is always right
-singing happy birthday for a customer.......imagine how many a day they sing
-why people go to tanning salons.
-what are the pros and cons
-what different types of tanning are available due to technology.
-which tanning techniques are safer, which are more dangerous.
-the cost of tanning.
-what kind of protection is used when tanning.
-how tanning is very relaxing.
-what it does to the skin
-what could happen if you tan more than once in a day.
-the workers perspective on tanning.
-also too a older person opposed to a younger person on tanning
-articles that have been done in dealing with tanning (doctors comments)
-benifits
Restaurants
-what happens behind the scenes
-why people only go to certain restarants
-location
-customers
-relationships with staff and customers
-table stealing
-tips and how that is all we rely on
type of people that usually serve
-customer is always right
-singing happy birthday for a customer.......imagine how many a day they sing
Sunday, March 4, 2007
what essay do i want to publish
I think I have my heart set on my memoir because not only did I put the whole truth into it but I have more to elaborate on. I also too poured my deepest feelings into that essay to hope the reader would relate to the message I wante to convey.
truth in my essays
In dealing with my memoir and personal essay I told the absolutwe truth and used the real characters. When I write I get a better grasp and can work with the flow of my paper better when i am telling the truth and incorporating it to what I feel in dealing with the situation.
memoir
As I was growing up I always had a quite odd relationship with my mother. She has always possesed many great qualities but also too lack some that I may have needed. As a child my parents were together and struggled through many obstacles to both get where they are today. I admire my mother for her ability to work real hard and sometimes have two-three jobs at the same time. She has always given me everything I needed and was always the cool mom my friends like to be around. She was not very stern and always left harsh decsions to my father.
I am the only girl, 22 and have two brothers Lloyd,25 and Danny,18. When I was younger my older brother and I always used to fight or should I say he always used to tantalize me. As for my youngest brother I was always very nurturing toward him, always had to take the initiative to take on the mommy role when our mother was not there. I always wanted to help my mother and father when it came to pitching in around the house. My brothers friends always used to call me mom because of my continuous work ethic to make sure everything was well taken care of. Now that were older we all have a better understanding of each other and are closer than we ever were.
My father has always had a better relatioship with my youngest brother and I. As for my oldest brother there has always been alot of tension between them, that has put many bumps in our family. You know what they say though the first born is the most spoiled, and that was the case when it came to my mother and grandmother. Lloyd always knew if daddy said no mommy or grandma would give it to him. That has made his life very dependent amongst them. My youngest brother danny was always got everything he wanted from my father because of his close relationship with him and being the baby of the family. As for me my mother and father did not give me much because of my stubborn personality and me always wanting to do things on my own even when I know I needed help.
Communication was one thing my family did not acquire. My parents were always arguing and were big partiers. As a child I would just turn my radio up real loud just so I did not have to hear them quarrel. When days like this occured my brother danny and Lloyd would always come in my room because they felt safer there. One thing I have noticed is that through the years I was always the core in my family the one that everyone turned to when they had a problem. This was a good thing and bad too, only becasue my parents would put me in the middle of there arguments and at 15 what did I know.
When I look back on the things mother and daughter usually do, I never did. Becasue of my mother's lack of communication skills she never had any serious talks with me to make me aware of the danger in the real world. Oblivios to the very eye my mom was like a friend, and I all I wanted was a mom I had enough friends.
This is hard for me to say but I witnessed my mother cheating on my father and then confronted her and she lied to me. That also too has put a great deal of animosity toward our relationship. Ever since than it is even hard just to say I love you, and it kills me because it should not have to be like that. Shortly after that incident my mother and father got a divorce and my mother moved in with her new boyfriend.I wanted to be happy for her but sometimes it hurts because I dont think she realizes the perdiciments that I faced without her being by my side. After I endured this heart breaking event I wrote a poem:
Emotions
Millions of thoughts race through my mind.Why do I hold it in?I wish I could unwind.Mangled in utter confusionI 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 continously.A puddle of sorrow occurs instantly.In time the flow of a river drowns me.andAll 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.
When I turned 15 I started working, so I didnt have to be in the house. Both parents were proud that I was independent to want to work and save money to buy my own things. By age 16 I had a car and my permit also too a curfew and a boyfriend that was 18. My mom loved him but as for my father he was never to fond of him. To make a long story short by age 17 I got pregannt and had my son at 18.
I added that little bit of information because of my lack of knowledege of sex and life, due to the lack of parental advice my parets gave to me. I do not blame them but I always knew they loved me but never showed me therfore my first love was my everything because he gave me what they didnt. Now that I have my son I just want to make sure he has a friend and a mom, somebody he could always turn to for anything, and know that even when he makes a mistake I still love him.
So since my parents divorce I live with my father, my son and two brothers. I am the only one that goes to school. works, takes care of my son and clean's the house. Things have goten a bit managable but still very hectic, you know what they say, the sun is shining somewhere and eventually the rain will stop.
I am the only girl, 22 and have two brothers Lloyd,25 and Danny,18. When I was younger my older brother and I always used to fight or should I say he always used to tantalize me. As for my youngest brother I was always very nurturing toward him, always had to take the initiative to take on the mommy role when our mother was not there. I always wanted to help my mother and father when it came to pitching in around the house. My brothers friends always used to call me mom because of my continuous work ethic to make sure everything was well taken care of. Now that were older we all have a better understanding of each other and are closer than we ever were.
My father has always had a better relatioship with my youngest brother and I. As for my oldest brother there has always been alot of tension between them, that has put many bumps in our family. You know what they say though the first born is the most spoiled, and that was the case when it came to my mother and grandmother. Lloyd always knew if daddy said no mommy or grandma would give it to him. That has made his life very dependent amongst them. My youngest brother danny was always got everything he wanted from my father because of his close relationship with him and being the baby of the family. As for me my mother and father did not give me much because of my stubborn personality and me always wanting to do things on my own even when I know I needed help.
Communication was one thing my family did not acquire. My parents were always arguing and were big partiers. As a child I would just turn my radio up real loud just so I did not have to hear them quarrel. When days like this occured my brother danny and Lloyd would always come in my room because they felt safer there. One thing I have noticed is that through the years I was always the core in my family the one that everyone turned to when they had a problem. This was a good thing and bad too, only becasue my parents would put me in the middle of there arguments and at 15 what did I know.
When I look back on the things mother and daughter usually do, I never did. Becasue of my mother's lack of communication skills she never had any serious talks with me to make me aware of the danger in the real world. Oblivios to the very eye my mom was like a friend, and I all I wanted was a mom I had enough friends.
This is hard for me to say but I witnessed my mother cheating on my father and then confronted her and she lied to me. That also too has put a great deal of animosity toward our relationship. Ever since than it is even hard just to say I love you, and it kills me because it should not have to be like that. Shortly after that incident my mother and father got a divorce and my mother moved in with her new boyfriend.I wanted to be happy for her but sometimes it hurts because I dont think she realizes the perdiciments that I faced without her being by my side. After I endured this heart breaking event I wrote a poem:
Emotions
Millions of thoughts race through my mind.Why do I hold it in?I wish I could unwind.Mangled in utter confusionI 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 continously.A puddle of sorrow occurs instantly.In time the flow of a river drowns me.andAll 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.
When I turned 15 I started working, so I didnt have to be in the house. Both parents were proud that I was independent to want to work and save money to buy my own things. By age 16 I had a car and my permit also too a curfew and a boyfriend that was 18. My mom loved him but as for my father he was never to fond of him. To make a long story short by age 17 I got pregannt and had my son at 18.
I added that little bit of information because of my lack of knowledege of sex and life, due to the lack of parental advice my parets gave to me. I do not blame them but I always knew they loved me but never showed me therfore my first love was my everything because he gave me what they didnt. Now that I have my son I just want to make sure he has a friend and a mom, somebody he could always turn to for anything, and know that even when he makes a mistake I still love him.
So since my parents divorce I live with my father, my son and two brothers. I am the only one that goes to school. works, takes care of my son and clean's the house. Things have goten a bit managable but still very hectic, you know what they say, the sun is shining somewhere and eventually the rain will stop.
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