If you've ever worked in the food service industry, join me in indulging in these "Mean Girls" gifs to help explain all the feels and struggles, also known as "Why Janis and Damian are me for 90 percent of my shift:
When guests point to something on the menu and ask if you sell the item they're pointing to. On the menu. That they're looking at. Right in front of them.
That one coworker that STILL DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SORT SILVERWARE. OR ROLL. OR SEAT PEOPLE WITHOUT CAUSING A SHIT SHOW. OR GET AN ORDER RIGHT. OR STACK THE CHAIRS RIGHT. OR BREATHE WITHOUT SETTING THE ENTIRE KITCHEN BACK AN ENTIRE HOUR.
When you actually like the people that are on with you.
When someone wants a refund because they didn't like their food, but ate all of it.
Getting off a closing shift on a Friday or Saturday night.
When you get an unusually big tip, someone saw, and everyone's talking about it.
When you run into that one asshole guest in the bathroom/parking lot.
When you fuck up, but blame the kitchen.
When your food runners go to the left instead of the right.
When your boss puts you on 4 double closing shifts & wants to know why you got an attitude.
When you can tell your entire table is gonna be cool af.
"No, I don't want a hamburger. I want a cheeseburger just without the cheese."
When you aren't wearing the right shoes/shirt/tie/etc.. and all you can do is own it/hope the manager doesn't notice.
Passing deserts goes a little something like this:
When you have to cover someone's table because they've been MIA with their friend.
When you actually get out on time.
And finally...
Knowing that at the end of the day, when everything is all done and you can go home - you get to come back tomorrow
