Saturday, May 21, 2005
work
living on the generosity of others is a painful experience.
i am a waitress. golf claps please.
tonight i worked for 8 wonderful hours and made a grand total of 39 dollars. the night was slow, granted but not slow enough to warrant what i walked out with. it didn't help that the last two hours brought in only two tables. it's a family diner in a quiet neighborhood and we are actually open until midnight on the weekends.
i had a table of four tonight. they seemed like a nice group. they laughed at my corney jokes, kept up with my cloudy wit, and made a point to compliment my service to the manager. i walked to the table with a bounce in my step expecting a decent tip. on the table sat a dollar fifty. this did not even reach 5 percent.
i hate people.
does everyone realise that waiters only make 2.13 an hour, most of which goes to paying taxes.
my last paycheck was an exciting 58 cents. i framed it.
i am a waitress. golf claps please.
tonight i worked for 8 wonderful hours and made a grand total of 39 dollars. the night was slow, granted but not slow enough to warrant what i walked out with. it didn't help that the last two hours brought in only two tables. it's a family diner in a quiet neighborhood and we are actually open until midnight on the weekends.
i had a table of four tonight. they seemed like a nice group. they laughed at my corney jokes, kept up with my cloudy wit, and made a point to compliment my service to the manager. i walked to the table with a bounce in my step expecting a decent tip. on the table sat a dollar fifty. this did not even reach 5 percent.
i hate people.
does everyone realise that waiters only make 2.13 an hour, most of which goes to paying taxes.
my last paycheck was an exciting 58 cents. i framed it.