What’s Your Worst Server Nightmare?

What’s Your Worst Server Nightmare?

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What’s Your Worst Server Nightmare?

It’s been a minute since I’ve written concerning the one factor all servers share, it doesn’t matter what type of restaurant they work in or how lengthy they’ve been carrying an apron: server nightmares. As soon as you’re employed in a restaurant, you will be sure that server goals will perpetually be part of your life, identical to herpes or glitter after a really unlucky crafting accident.

Final week, I had the privilege of assembly the brand new girlfriend of my brother. As we have been attending to know each other and I shamelessly plugged my very own weblog, she knowledgeable me that she too had been a server years earlier. She wore the apron for over a decade, so ready tables was nonetheless in her blood and unconscious. I didn’t get shut sufficient to know for certain, however I can solely hope that the scent of ready tables had lengthy since been washed off her pores and skin and out of her hair. The subject of server nightmares quickly got here up and he or she knowledgeable me of the worst one she has ever had. In contrast to mine, the place the restaurant is as massive as the attention can see and the kitchen is sort of a mirage that’s all the time out of attain, her’s concerned a menu that was written in Sanskrit.

“Rattling, this woman’s sensible,” I immediately thought. “My mind isn’t sophisticated sufficient to create a menu out of Sanskrit.”

“And the menu had sixteen totally different sizes of orange juice,” she mentioned.

My blood turned chilly on the very considered folks pointing to a menu that was written in a forgotten language after which having to decipher which dimension orange juice they wished. “How would you memorize all these sizes?” I questioned. And the place or the place do you retailer the entire the glasses for that? Take into consideration what your sidework could be like if it was your job to inventory the sixteen totally different sorts of orange juice glasses. It makes me shudder.

The subject of dialog turned to different issues, however I ultimately steered it again to the sixteen sizes of orange juice and we started to give you what the sizes could be known as. We obtained by means of about 5 sizes, however then that evening, as I laid in mattress unable to go to sleep, I started to give you the remaining eleven sizes of this nightmare orange juice state of affairs:

  1. Micro mini
  2. Teeny Tiny
  3. Venti
  4. Kinda small
  5. Teacup
  6. Medium-ish
  7. Mid-Vary
  8. Toddler
  9. Orange
  10. 6-9 Months
  11. 7 three/four
  12. Life Measurement
  13. Common
  14. 36 x 30
  15. Double D
  16. Todd

Surprisingly, I didn’t have a server dream that evening. Possibly by actively embracing the horror of sixteen totally different sizes of orange juice and protecting it solidly in my consciousness, I saved it from seeping into my unconscious that evening. In addition to that, a Sanskrit menu and sixteen sizes of orange juice is Betsy’s horror present, not mine. The subsequent time I’ve a sever nightmare, it is going to be my  acquainted mile-long eating room with a kitchen I can by no means attain. That’s my very own private nightmare and I’ll let Betsy hold hers.

What about you? What’s your server nightmare?

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