Server goals. Waiter nightmares. No matter you name them, all of us get them. It will possibly shake you from a deep sleep and you end up wrapped in your sheets, coated in sweat and questioning what occurred to the order for Desk 12 that you just rang in, however the kitchen by no means acquired. I’ve one in every of these goals at the very least as soon as per week and from what I perceive from different “lifers,” I’ll by no means cease having them.
So let’s be clear: ready tables provides me fallen arches, varicose veins, an intense hatred of the human race and a assure of endless night time sweats from dreaming about being within the weeds. That’s simply nice. And to make it even higher, right here it’s in video type: