the obligatory introduction…

Ahh… the obligatory introduction. I feel like there’s one on just about every blog, but I really wouldn’t know. I’m not usually a blog-reader and I don’t expect very many people to read this one either. I just read an article in PC WORLD magazine about a free blogging website and decided to go ahead and start one. The subject I chose for my web log was the business that I’ve been in for the past 6 years. This business has taught me a lot. It has taught me mostly about the socio-economic breakdowns of the people around me; the people that I see from day to day, sometimes a few times a week.

There are millions of people who do exactly what I do, have the same thoughts I do and yet we are no cult. We have no following, we make dollars an hour and we are lucky if we break what would be considered the poverty line according to the U.S. Government. Yet, with all the odd-hours and day-to-day living, we do what we do because we love it. It’s in our blood. It’s in our clothes at the end of the day and it’s there with us as we walk down the street, sit in bars for the late-evening beer, even when we’re at the gym sizing up everyone around us… it’s there too: this business that we’re in.

I am a “short-term hospitality expert”. I’m no government official, but I can be called upon to be the most important person to you for one hour at a time. I do not receive any praise for the job I do. If I were to tell people I meet what I do for a living, most would look at me and ask “are you in school?” To most, my job is a temporary one. A job to have in college for extra spending money, or to help pay off tuition. Hopefully, when I get my shit together, I can call it a temporary job as well. Of course, a “short-term hospitality expert” might drum up ideas of illicit behavior. Although that does exist in my line of work, it is not my line of work.

I am a waiter. A server. A waitron. Doesn’t sound as nice as “short-term hospitality expert” does it?

So, in this blog you should expect stories of shitty customers, hopefully humorous tales of waiter shenanigans and instructions on what to do (and what not to do) when you go out to eat dinner.

If you do happen to read this blog, feel free to ask questions, or give your thoughts. I will be sure to address them in future posts.