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WomenMoveMe · 02-02-2012, 02:51 AM

When younger, I had a kabillion jobs. Okay, maybe about twenty or so, but a lot just the same. At one point I decided to try my hand at waitressing. It was not that I wanted to carry people's food around, but I had exhausted so many other forms of employment, I decided, why not?

I was living in South Florida and got a job at an expensive restaurant in Golden Beach on the intercoastal. I was paired with another. She took the order, I did the running.

We were busy almost every night. However, one night, it was just insane. I got 'in the weeds' (behind) quite a bit and became a little manic as I tried to catch up. At one of my tables was a very nice, Latin American family. They spoke no English and I spoke no...wherever they were from. The parents were very well put together, with a very handsome son of ten. I know he was ten because it was his birthday and I was to deliver a cake to the table after their meal.

Jittery from the panic of being in the arrears, I was trying my best to get the cake to them. I had to transfer the cake from it's cardboard platform to a raised silver serving plate. I managed that quite well and put the candles in place. I was anxious to get the cake to them so as to tend to all the other patrons that were demanding my immediate attention. As I rushed to the table, cake in hand, candles lit, I sorta slipped or tripped or something and inadvertently squashed against the cake.

It smashed the candles down in to the cake and the writing on the cake that had read, 'Feliz Cumpleanos', now read 'iz pleanos'. My apron now read 'leF muC" in green frosting. I was so behind, I decided to just go with it. As if they weren't going to notice!

I took the cake to the table, offering my biggest and best smile as if that might overshadow this disaster of a cake and they might not notice something was amiss. I offered a quick 'Happy Birthday' as they all just stared at me. They were so sweet they even tried to return my overzealous smile. The father said something and as I did not understand it, I didn't even have to pretend I didn't. It really was kind of a pathetic moment for all concerned and I felt terrible.

I did not last much longer as a professional waitress. Turns out, it just wasn't for me.

02-02-2012, 02:51 AM	#22
WomenMoveMe Member How Do You Identify?: I just wander about and be! Relationship Status: Caution: Dead End Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: Kentucky Posts: 561 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,473 Thanked 2,099 Times in 417 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	There was this one time... When younger, I had a kabillion jobs. Okay, maybe about twenty or so, but a lot just the same. At one point I decided to try my hand at waitressing. It was not that I wanted to carry people's food around, but I had exhausted so many other forms of employment, I decided, why not? I was living in South Florida and got a job at an expensive restaurant in Golden Beach on the intercoastal. I was paired with another. She took the order, I did the running. We were busy almost every night. However, one night, it was just insane. I got 'in the weeds' (behind) quite a bit and became a little manic as I tried to catch up. At one of my tables was a very nice, Latin American family. They spoke no English and I spoke no...wherever they were from. The parents were very well put together, with a very handsome son of ten. I know he was ten because it was his birthday and I was to deliver a cake to the table after their meal. Jittery from the panic of being in the arrears, I was trying my best to get the cake to them. I had to transfer the cake from it's cardboard platform to a raised silver serving plate. I managed that quite well and put the candles in place. I was anxious to get the cake to them so as to tend to all the other patrons that were demanding my immediate attention. As I rushed to the table, cake in hand, candles lit, I sorta slipped or tripped or something and inadvertently squashed against the cake. It smashed the candles down in to the cake and the writing on the cake that had read, 'Feliz Cumpleanos', now read 'iz pleanos'. My apron now read 'leF muC" in green frosting. I was so behind, I decided to just go with it. As if they weren't going to notice! I took the cake to the table, offering my biggest and best smile as if that might overshadow this disaster of a cake and they might not notice something was amiss. I offered a quick 'Happy Birthday' as they all just stared at me. They were so sweet they even tried to return my overzealous smile. The father said something and as I did not understand it, I didn't even have to pretend I didn't. It really was kind of a pathetic moment for all concerned and I felt terrible. I did not last much longer as a professional waitress. Turns out, it just wasn't for me.