lol, na. She doesn’t even work in kitchens anymore and has less than no desire to. Too stressful and shitty hours. Plus, with some of her chronic conditions, the hours and hours standing would be unbearable.
She makes some of the best god damned food I’ve ever tasted though…
Concur… when I worked food service, I worked front of house. I hated the work, but the camaraderie among the weight staff was great. Definitely grew as a person in that time. Mutual experience with food service is part of how we fell in love.
That’s cool, and you’re right about the camaraderie. I’ve never had another job where we’d all sit around and drink and talk for hours after a shift. Sure, I’ve made friends at other jobs, but serving was a completely different animal.
Getting paid every night was pretty cool. It made it really difficult to budget anything though. I never had any idea how much money I’d make in a month. But I was terribly irresponsible with money back then anyways, so getting more of it every day was cool. Too broke to go out? That’s fine, just wait until after my shift. Now I’m rich*, bitch!
^(* rich meant I had enough money to drink beer at the bar, or grab a 12 pack and a pack of smokes on my way to a party. I never actually made good money as a waiter)
The most lucrative setup I had was actually not a waiting gig but as a waiter’s assistant (WA) at a fine dining joint where I live. Amazing food. I’d been a waiter at Ruby Tuesday’s and a good buddy of mine helped me out and got me a the WA thing where he was. That’s where I got a real appreciation for good food. I made minimum wage plus a tip out every night. Main duties were to run food, fill water and tea, but the big one was flipping tables. Doesn’t sound like much, but I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off. It freed the actual wait staff to spend more time paying attention to the guests.
Friday nights were awesome b/c I worked expo, and didn’t have opening or closing duties. Got to know the head chef well too. That place had the best mashed potatoes I’ve ever had, and this mind blowing pancetta gravy that they’d made up one night several years prior when a bunch of the BoH folks were drunk partying together. Soooo glad I got that recipe.
I thought so too for the longest time. My wife is a chef though, so it’s come up a couple of times since we got together…
Does she have a star?
lol, na. She doesn’t even work in kitchens anymore and has less than no desire to. Too stressful and shitty hours. Plus, with some of her chronic conditions, the hours and hours standing would be unbearable.
She makes some of the best god damned food I’ve ever tasted though…
Working in kitchens is hell. Also somehow fun. I wouldn’t do it again, but it was certainly an experience.
Concur… when I worked food service, I worked front of house. I hated the work, but the camaraderie among the weight staff was great. Definitely grew as a person in that time. Mutual experience with food service is part of how we fell in love.
That’s cool, and you’re right about the camaraderie. I’ve never had another job where we’d all sit around and drink and talk for hours after a shift. Sure, I’ve made friends at other jobs, but serving was a completely different animal.
It was the main saving grace. The work sucks ass.
Getting paid every night was pretty cool. It made it really difficult to budget anything though. I never had any idea how much money I’d make in a month. But I was terribly irresponsible with money back then anyways, so getting more of it every day was cool. Too broke to go out? That’s fine, just wait until after my shift. Now I’m rich*, bitch!
^(* rich meant I had enough money to drink beer at the bar, or grab a 12 pack and a pack of smokes on my way to a party. I never actually made good money as a waiter)
The most lucrative setup I had was actually not a waiting gig but as a waiter’s assistant (WA) at a fine dining joint where I live. Amazing food. I’d been a waiter at Ruby Tuesday’s and a good buddy of mine helped me out and got me a the WA thing where he was. That’s where I got a real appreciation for good food. I made minimum wage plus a tip out every night. Main duties were to run food, fill water and tea, but the big one was flipping tables. Doesn’t sound like much, but I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off. It freed the actual wait staff to spend more time paying attention to the guests.
Friday nights were awesome b/c I worked expo, and didn’t have opening or closing duties. Got to know the head chef well too. That place had the best mashed potatoes I’ve ever had, and this mind blowing pancetta gravy that they’d made up one night several years prior when a bunch of the BoH folks were drunk partying together. Soooo glad I got that recipe.
Well, I mean, she has a brown star …