I always worry about my ‘waitressing skills’ (if you can call them that) because I’m so awkward that there are communal jokes about how quiet I am IN ANY WORK PLACE I WORK IN and so I’m like aw man they’re gunna fire me anyday now for being too shy BUT today it was just me on the floor (cause only 2 tables came in for lunch) and I filled the tip jar with almost £15 in the 4 hours I worked. Two tables! It sounds silly but the most people ever leave when they’ve just had one meal and a coffee kinda thing is £2/3 man so I mustn’t of been that awkward/hostile/generally a loser
That and- half my shift was spent having a silly-face-off with a BABY while the other half was spent getting flustered over the super hot man calling me sweetiepie and darling at every opportunity so how can you NOT be happy with life when you’re home by 3pm from a day’s work, the sun is out and reggae is on the radioooooo
