The Waitress

There is a unique pain in being a server. If you've been one you know. There is another level of shitty people that only crawl out of their shit hole to go out to eat. ***Please emphasize the word shit when you read through that.

I have been yelled at for the dumbest things. Human decency? They don't know it. Did the ice melt in your drink before I refilled it? Was I unable to tell you how spicy everything on the menu is? Did I tell you that you cannot order something we literally have never served? Was your bill higher than you expected because you didn't bother to check the prices?

That all sounds like a lot of not-my-fucking-problem.

Let's not forget, it's not just the customers. It's the managers, coworkers, and exhausting schedule. Working for 11 hours sounds like hell at any job. But putting on an act for tables of people, that may or may not leave me a tip is grueling. Dealing with bitchy servers, who will talk behind your back, and steal your table if you're not looking is worse than high school. Listening to managers who complain, and say things like "if you have time to lean, you have time to clean," 7 hours into your double shift feels worse than breaking a bone.

If there was a ranking of things I have complained about in my life, serving would be near the top. Talking about it with other servers is like finding out you both hate the same person. Satisfying, justifying. And to all the people that treat servers, and anyone in customer service, like shit, fuck you.