Sunday, February 13, 2011
I work two jobs. One is full-time, Monday through Friday. The other job is a part-time job where I help waitress at weddings. In my forty three years I have never, ever worked as a waitress where I have actually taken orders and waited tables. Today the part-time job called and they were in a bind. A hockey team and parents were all coming in to eat and the lady who normally would help was out sick. This left the couple that owns the place and I to cook and feed 50 people within a short period of time. This was not a buffet style meal, it was all individual baskets and pizzas.
I arrived a bit nervous as it was because of my lack of inexperience. I had told myself I thought I could handle this and while a bit wary, I was also determined. The owner’s wife explained to me how to take the orders and how to add them up and so on. I was set to go when I had to run a delivery and then return to help. As I was walking out the door people were pouring in all at once. It only took about 8 minutes for the deliveries and I was back and helping. The wife did all of the cooking with me helping make pizzas, take some orders and then dish everything up. Her husband was helping deliver orders to the tables. Needless to say we had some angry customers because with only three of us, this took a long time. I made a mistake on one of the pizzas when I was reading the order and left an ingredient off. As a result the customer pitched a total fit which resulted in my getting a lecture about how I shouldn’t mess up on orders because that is the worst thing I can do from the husband (owner) for about 30 minutes straight.
This gets better…
He then proceeded to chew his wife out about how she doesn’t have enough burgers on the grill, he is literally yelling at her. For the record, he sent me to a table with an extra burger basket so he was wrong. Then he starts telling me how you have to learn to work under pressure because he can do that since he works with complicated machines all of the time. Bottom line, the guy is an ass. I made about $300 all of last year from this job. I mostly do it for my boss at my other job because she runs the buffets and banquets. It also helps for Christmas but I would say I don’t need this job in the slightest. Most of the people I know who have worked there can’t stand the guy so they leave or won’t answer the phone when they call for help. His wife and the woman who does most of the running of the place is nice as can be. She told me I did a good job and that she couldn’t have made it without me. Seeing her jerk of a husband tear her down like that bothered me more than it did having him chew me out. I could care less because I think the man is a moron so his words don’t do a thing for me. To see him treat his wife and the mother of his children that way was pathetic. When I got home I text messaged a friend of mine who works there a lot and she said that she doesn’t have the self-worth to tell him off. Self worth is something to think about. What is acceptable to put up with and what isn’t based on what we are worth as people. The argument could be made that I have not treated myself well in the past by what I have put in my mouth and my lack of physical activity, but I think I have always had a sense of my own self worth. Watching others who don’t makes me feel like going into warrior mode. I wanted to tell her that she is more than capable of anything and everything he can do and she is even better. I wanted to be her cheerleader, but I knew that wasn’t my place.
So yesterday I learned a few things. The first is that I can now fit into some black jeans that I couldn’t squeeze into a month ago. Then I learned that having a sense of the value of self is priceless. When others want to drag you down with their petty slams and attempts at razor tongue wit, I KNOW that I can always be a better me and that I are worth everything I do to make myself better. No one is allowed to put me in my “place” but God.