A Waiter

Well, I am a waiter now. A real, honest to goodness, wine-opening, food-describing, dessert-recommending waiter.

Pretty crazy.

The restaurant gets insane at nearly all meals. The "rush" is an hour or more of constant entry, constant movement, a flurry of waiters rushing back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room. Customers chomp and gnaw and sip. Waiters wipe and carry and serve. Water is drank, refilled and then emptied again. The kitchen flames and sizzles and smokes.

I like it--it is a good job at a damn fine restaurant, but jeez--it sure is stressful. There is a constant chance of failure, a constant need to deal with customers expecting good service. There is the everpresent tension between kitchen and dining room, a need to balance the requests of customers with the always possible ire of those doing the cooking.

Again though, it is quite fun, and exciting. The hours fly by like in no other job. There is a moment of slowness, a build up, the calm before the storm, and then, --BAM!--the dining room is packed and you are running. The next time you look at the clock or have a moment to really breathe, hours have passed and the shift is nearly over.

And that is pretty much it lately, as I get into the swing of things here, there is little time for anything else. Finally though, after today's shift, I will be enjoying two whole days off--quite a beautiful thing after so much work in recent days.

Thanks for stopping by. More soon.