Tuesday, May 24, 2005
fresh meat
we have a new girl at the resturant.
she seems nice enough, quiet, young, naive. typically she needs help.
"what is in a tossed salad?'
today she followed me around like a lost puppy. attempting to make small talk. forgetting to run her food. forgetting tables.
"is that my section?"
she has yet to learn the art of joking with a table, anticipating their needs, recognizing when their glass is empty.
"you need a refill?"
she has no clue where anything is or how to do her sidework. and though i tell her, it's in one ear and out the other.
"don't tell me, i'll remember this one..."
i like her, she'll be a great server.
she seems nice enough, quiet, young, naive. typically she needs help.
"what is in a tossed salad?'
today she followed me around like a lost puppy. attempting to make small talk. forgetting to run her food. forgetting tables.
"is that my section?"
she has yet to learn the art of joking with a table, anticipating their needs, recognizing when their glass is empty.
"you need a refill?"
she has no clue where anything is or how to do her sidework. and though i tell her, it's in one ear and out the other.
"don't tell me, i'll remember this one..."
i like her, she'll be a great server.