My old and current job was as a waitress (while doing various other things in the back and kitchen) at a Thai restaurant. HERE ARE MY STORIES.
Now when I first started, I was coming fresh out of Target. I was so excited. A little mom and pops restaurant opened up around the corner from my house and it was a Thai restaurant. When I tell you I was excited, I WAS MFIN EXCITED. The area I live didn't have a good Thai restaurant and having one open up around the corner made it super convenient. Besides when my mom or grandmother cooked, I wasn't getting the type of favorite home-cooked Thai food in my town. It was either white-washed or just plain wrong.
With the incentive of tips and being able to make my own schedule, you damn sure I applied and went for the waitress job. I wanted to be a boss bitch making bank and serving up looks. But like a new born gazelle in the Sahara, I was not prepared for what I was about to endure. When I tell you I went in thinking "O this should be a calm job", I wish I could travel back in time and smack myself. Being a black waitress in a rich, white suburb has made me more like Samuel L. Jackson here than like the Oprah I wanted to be.
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| When someone approaches me while I'm on my break |
I have served the kind, the mean, the racist, and many more. I have battled many rush hours. I have served many people. I have sassed many unruly customers. I feel like a seasoned food vet. I have weathered a great many catastrophes. Welcome to the story kitchen where I'm about to serve up some truths and tales about my time (and current time) as a waitress.
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