Why isn't it cool to be a waiter?
Hey everyone, its your boy Punkinhead, as always hoping this finds you well and good.
So last night I took advantage of an opportunity to go and work catering at a big wedding a few towns over. I served, bussed, passed h'ordeuvres, worked set up and break down.
And loved it.
Back in the day I waited tables for several restaurants. And I'm good at it, if I do say so myself.
But I stopped waiting tables because of the stigma associated with restaurant work. I could tell that my parents, my friends, and most of my exes were all disappointed with what I did for a living. So i tried other stuff - I've been a pawn broker, an office drone, an assembly line worker and a fork lift driver. I liked none of those jobs as well as I liked waiting tables; I wasn't as good at any of those jobs as I am at being a waiter.
Mind you, all of this the work that I do to support my writing, so we're not talking about a career. Writing is my career, and I'm successful at it as long as you don't measure success by the ability to support yourself financially by your endeavors.
So why not wait tables? I caved in to the pressure that society puts on some work and not on others. I'm a wuss who can't help but take every "do you want fried with that" joke personally. That's my problem. But I think that the fact that some jobs give social currency and some take it away is a problem of our society.
After all: who doesn't like to go out to eat? And who wants a shitty water fucking up their orders and not refilling coffee?
Other than that: The Avengers kicked fucking ass. I am exhausted today, tired out from a super strenuous night of serving.
hope all is well,
ph
Taoist Thought of the Day: The Coward only has himself to blame.
Pet Report: I just bought some on-sale dog clippers and Bacchus is going to get his summer shave one night this week. Vindaloo is being extra sweet today . . . what's she planning?
Currently Digging: The Avengers, Alabama Shakes, overcoming myself.
Hey everyone, its your boy Punkinhead, as always hoping this finds you well and good.
So last night I took advantage of an opportunity to go and work catering at a big wedding a few towns over. I served, bussed, passed h'ordeuvres, worked set up and break down.
And loved it.
Back in the day I waited tables for several restaurants. And I'm good at it, if I do say so myself.
But I stopped waiting tables because of the stigma associated with restaurant work. I could tell that my parents, my friends, and most of my exes were all disappointed with what I did for a living. So i tried other stuff - I've been a pawn broker, an office drone, an assembly line worker and a fork lift driver. I liked none of those jobs as well as I liked waiting tables; I wasn't as good at any of those jobs as I am at being a waiter.
Mind you, all of this the work that I do to support my writing, so we're not talking about a career. Writing is my career, and I'm successful at it as long as you don't measure success by the ability to support yourself financially by your endeavors.
So why not wait tables? I caved in to the pressure that society puts on some work and not on others. I'm a wuss who can't help but take every "do you want fried with that" joke personally. That's my problem. But I think that the fact that some jobs give social currency and some take it away is a problem of our society.
After all: who doesn't like to go out to eat? And who wants a shitty water fucking up their orders and not refilling coffee?
Other than that: The Avengers kicked fucking ass. I am exhausted today, tired out from a super strenuous night of serving.
hope all is well,
ph
Taoist Thought of the Day: The Coward only has himself to blame.
Pet Report: I just bought some on-sale dog clippers and Bacchus is going to get his summer shave one night this week. Vindaloo is being extra sweet today . . . what's she planning?
Currently Digging: The Avengers, Alabama Shakes, overcoming myself.