To my job and work colleagues,

If you do work with me and you're reading this, first off, was it busy last night? Did you receive a lot of tips or were the customers rude and threaten to leave? Maybe that regular handed you a 20-dollar tip on a 13-dollar bill. However your night went, I just want to say thank you.

First off, I would like to thank my manager for taking a chance on a stressed-out 18-year-old. I remember walking up to The Outback Steakhouse, the week after my birthday, for an interview. I waltzed into the lobby wearing brown, high heeled boots and a well-put-together outfit. My thought was even if I do not get the job, I will look somewhat decent walking away with mascara running down my cheeks. I finally sat down, and to my disbelief, you only asked me two questions... TWO. After hours of rehearsing what I would say if I was asked, "how hot does a medium well steak have to be?" I was relieved but sad I wouldn't be able to show you how much I knew about cooking a slice of meat. I ran out and called everyone I knew that I had received my first-ever job and I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity that has taught me more than I ever thought it could.

I want to thank my job for teaching me to never give up. I am going to let you in on a secret: I wanted to crawl into a ball and quit after the first week of working here. This was due to how much I underestimated the amount of stress this position came with. Never in all my life did I think bussing tables would result in sore feet for days or finding leftover food all over my car from people I didn't know. I had no idea where to hide, so I escaped out back (pun intended) and cried with ranch all over my apron. I knew deep down I couldn't drive away without feeling guilty for leaving a messy restaurant, so I ran back inside and carried more plates than I ever had before. I was taught not to give up when being overwhelmed with millions of tasks to complete.

Also, thank you for teaching me to constantly look for jobs that need to be done. I get a rush of adrenaline every time someone grabs their coat as they are about to leave their booth. I am pretty sure I have scared numerous customers from running over to their table as soon as they are three feet away (I apologize to anyone reading this who I have frightened). Before this job, I never understood the saying "time to lean, time to clean," or the need to continue wanting to keep busy.

One of my bigger 'thank-yous' is directed to my colleagues for always complimenting my work ethic. Thank you for noticing me clear off dozens of tables in under 10 minutes, or for tipping me a little extra after you realize I have helped you out more than I needed to. If I am ever struggling at school, I can always look back and say "if you can host on your own or clear off around 100 tables a night, then you can pass this anthropology final." I am forever grateful for the words of encouragement you have thrown my direction.

And finally, thank you all for letting me have another place I feel wanted and appreciated at. Sometimes the only thing that keeps me going through the quarter is that I will be able to put on my black uniform and make 11 dollars an hour after finals week. I know I complain about having to close the host stand or work extra shifts, but to be completely honest, I secretly love everything that comes with this job. From clearing the bus tubs that are behind the bar to rapidly finding yellow cloths to clean up a spillage and everything in between.

Thank you for it all.

I will see you all in the spring. Also, don't forget to fill the bread bin!