I would like to address something that, as a waitress, really gets my goat.
I began writing these blogs because I wanted to write about things that I’ve encountered dealing with my boyfriend’s addiction to heroin. Tonight, I’m going to change the subject for a moment.
I am a waitress. I work for a corporate restaurant that happens to be the number one italian restaurant (that chain, not that restaurant specifically) in America. Our section consists of three tables and we have to turn those three tables all night long to make money. I am paid $3.35/hr. That money pays the taxes on my reported tips. I live off my tips, not my hourly pay.
Tonight, I had the pleasure (*sarcasm*) of waiting on two middle aged ladies who sat at one of my tables for 5 hours. I made $10 off them for 5 hours. If they had sat at the table for almost an hour like normal people, I could have turned the table 4 more times. I don’t know if you understand what I’m saying, but they basically took money out of my pocket. There’s no guarantee, but my average was $7/ table tonight, so I could have at least made another $28+ if they hadn’t been sitting there. Now, that may not seem like a lot, but it helps. It really is amazing how oblivious people are to how much servers get paid or just how much they don’t care.
If I could tell people one thing, it would be that when you go to a restaurant, sit there and enjoy yourselves for the duration of your meal. If you’re going to sit there for a LONG TIME, tip like you sat there a long time. If you can’t afford to leave that big of a tip, well, maybe you should have cooked a meal at your house and had the person over if you’re going to chit chat and show pictures to each other for 5 hours. You’re wasting space in the restaurant during the dinner rush and your $50 is just going to cover the hourly payroll of the employees that you’re keeping past closing. EAT at the restaurant, reminisce and catch up somewhere that people aren’t trying to make a living based on the money you’re spending on that one meal.
Now, why do I work there? They have one of the best benefit packages that you could ever dream of. If I took an hourly job somewhere else, in most cases, I would take a pay cut and probably have a benefit package no where near as nice. I’m stuck, but if one person reads this and it makes sense to them, I’ve enlightened someone and maybe I’ll help some other poor server out in their time of need.
To middle aged women who want to catch up, do so in your home.
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