Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Why I am not a waitress


Many of the young women I went to college with got part-time jobs waiting on tables. I did not. I knew my limitations. When I was offered a job as a student assistant in the campus Admissions Office, I readily accepted.

Twice now our church has joined the Lutheran Church to cook and serve breakfast on Saturday morning at the Senior Citizen Center. Various organizations in the town do this once a month as a fundraiser to help support the Center, which provides meals and other social activities for elderly people in town.

On both occasions I have explained that it would be much better if I were to work in the kitchen and put scrambled eggs on the plate rather than deliver the food to the tables and walk around with the coffee pot “topping off” the cups of coffee.

I sometimes have a bit of a problem transferring liquid from one container into another.



Is a picture worth a 1000 words? Yes, I think so. I didn’t speak 1000 words this morning as this was happening, just a few choice ones…

3 comments:

Kathy said...

Waitressing is hard work. My grandmother owned honkeytonks and truck stops in the south. At about 12 I was allowed to wait tables in the morning and afternoon on my week's vacation with her. I learned very quickly that I never wanted to do it as a profession.

Oklahoma Granny said...

I have a relative who I sometimes honestly think is not the brightest crayon in the box BUT she is a WONDERFUL waitress. I don't know how she does it, keeping everyone's orders straight and dealing with the occasional obnoxious customer. Everyone has their talents and waitressing is defintely hers.

Cloudia said...

let us value everyone!



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