You meant everything to me. How should I react when I constantly hear you saying you want to die? I’m fucking terrified. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to be the reason, but I can’t help you. I’m not ready
Working as a waiter you start to realize how important your team is to you. For example, if there are only two people on the floor and you get slammed, good luck. I’m in charge of about 10 tables a night. If not more. The bartender is responsible for about 17 including the bar. When we don’t have a bus boy, it’s a pain. When two big tables come in at the same time, it’s a pain. Now try the entire room filling up at once. 10 tables, can translate into over 50 people. On my own. Sorry if your shits ever late. But I’ve got over a
Million things on my mind. Roughly 150 of those thoughts are regarding work. Also, it’s kind of a pain when people heckle you regarding menus that you have No control over.