Did I say bitter? I meant better! I genuinely believe that working in the service industry, particularly as a server, enhances your character. My journey began at the age of fifteen at a “Greek” chain restaurant in the local mall called Olga’s Kitchen. The use of quotation marks is intentional, as the establishment had a Greek name and a Greek lady as its namesake but predominantly served Americanized versions of gyros—as if Chinese chicken gyros were a thing in Greece. (I haven’t been to Greece, so who knows?)
I started my career at the cash register, where I seated guests, processed their payments, and peddled these massive, delicious muffins. Imagine the muffin in your head, then triple its size and add a grandiose top. They were a hit, and many customers would pop in just for coffee and a muffin. Authenticity was never questioned in Livonia, and those muffins became our secret weapon for handling disgruntled diners. If someone complained about their meal, delivering one of those muffin behemoths would elicit a smile and a promise of a complimentary breakfast on us. If only resolving life’s challenges were that simple!
Once I turned sixteen, I transitioned to the more lucrative role of waitress. Jo, our head waitress, was an enigma, ageless and always classy. She had a knack for lifting spirits and was a lifesaver during tough shifts. Jo had been there forever, enjoying the perks of her position—better pay, fewer responsibilities, and more freedom for smoke breaks. It was clear we all respected her, and she looked out for us, making work feel like fun rather than a chore.
Our uniforms were a drab, wrinkle-free polyester, adorned with name tags. If we forgot our tags, we could dig through a drawer of leftover name tags from past employees. It was an exciting change to be a “Carol” one day and a “Nancy” the next. However, being “Nancy” often meant I was more focused on my cigarette breaks than on serving customers—definitely not a recipe for good tips!
Flirting with the kitchen staff, made up of local high school seniors and community college students, was another highlight of my time at Olga’s. Though we weren’t allowed to take home free gyros, the cooks would sometimes make us one, claiming it was a mistake. We could, however, indulge in unlimited pita, salad, and soup, which I cleverly transformed into salad-stuffed gyros every day. To this day, I attribute my obsession with feta cheese to my time at Olga’s Kitchen.
My experience there equipped me with invaluable life skills. I learned how to create the illusion of cleanliness without much effort, how to navigate tricky customer interactions, and how to improvise when faced with complaints. Thankfully, the late ’90s in the Midwest were less complicated when it came to dietary restrictions—gluten-free vegans were few and far between.
My next venture into food service took me to I Tre Merli in Chicago, where I began working during my freshman year of college. My previous job at Express had me in the stockroom due to my honesty with customers (which didn’t work out well). One day while biking to work, I was approached by two guys on motorcycles who invited me to apply for a waitress position at their restaurant. I was eager to quit Express, so I took them up on it.
Upon arriving at I Tre Merli, I was immediately overwhelmed. The clientele was a sea of sophistication, and I felt out of my depth in my casual attire. The manager, Alistair, mistook my age and offered me the job on the spot. It was an entirely different atmosphere from Olga’s—everyone was older, more glamorous, and living life to the fullest. We pooled tips and enjoyed the nightlife, creating a sort of family bond among the staff.
As time passed, the restaurant’s popularity waned, and I was faced with the reality of focusing on my studies. Eventually, I landed another job at a nightclub called Stardust, where I was hired as a cocktail waitress. Unfortunately, the chaotic environment proved too much for me, and I quickly transitioned to coat-check, a role I held onto despite challenges—including losing coats on a regular basis.
Working in the service industry shaped me in ways I never anticipated. It taught me the value of hard work, adaptability, and the importance of camaraderie. If you’re considering options for pregnancy and home insemination, check out this excellent resource for guidance. And if you’re looking into at-home insemination kits, don’t forget to explore this blog post for more information or to see this authority on the topic.
In summary, my experiences in the service industry not only honed my skills but also enriched my life, making me better equipped to face challenges and understand the nuances of human interactions.
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