Saran’s Memory
“I remember i was working at boochie garden and i was looking around , wondering why i was still here.
Why i was accepting so little for all my hard work.
If i was lucky a customers check would come out to $50 and if i was especially lucky they would tip appropriately which at the BG would be $8.
$8 of a couple sitting in my section for 2 hours and sending me back and forth to the kitchen because they would remember something they previously forgot to ask for... everytime.
Oh , i was tiered of it.
The very next morning i had drove by the fine dining establishment and something in me told me to stop.
The huge crab hanging from the roof enticed me to pick my nerves off the floor and continue to walk inside.
As soon as i walked in i asked the manager for an application and he directed me to the bar area to fill it out.
As i continue through the questions and made myself sound like a much better server than i am a manager approached me and began an on the sight interview as i sit their trembling, wondering how in the world did i get this lucky.
Apparently his first impression of me made an impact because the very next day he called and asked if i would come in for a second interview.”
“I came in the very next day for my second interview but this time i wasn't just nervous i was freaking out.
I felt like i was hyperventilating on the inside and shaking on the outside because my life depended on this.
The fine dining establishment was THE place to work.
The servers here where like little celebrities in my mind.
I wanted to be just like them.”
“I walk in and this time im greated by two more managers and i thought to myself (my goodness how many damn people does it take to run a restaurant) this had to be the real deal.
This interview was a little different as it was run by a woman manager who didn't seem to fond of other females.
I could swear i wasn't going to get the job by the end of the interview but surprisingly as the interview ended i was offered the position.
Was this real life?
Someone pinch me because this just wasn't real.
Especially for a girl like me, things like this just don't happen.
I usually end up with the shit end of the stick.
I thanked both managers, walked to my car and screamed.
This was freaking happening!
I was now the newest employee of fine dining establishment and i for once was the happiest girl in the world.
This was a start of a whole new life.
A whole new set of employees that i hoped would become family and a whole new job that i could grow in.”
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