Embarrassed No More.

Once upon a time, this odd person named krista decided working at a restaurant for extra money was a good idea because school and being alive is expensive. After brain storming with a few other people places that were nicer so that the tips would be higher, we, the collaborative brain, came up with the Tin Top. I applied to be a server and was told I could be a servers assistant. I who am always nervous at interviews heard they were offering me a job and immediately said yes without think what exactly I would be doing. I would be a busser, the most disgusting and dirty job in a restaurant. I will admit I was embarrassed of my job in the beginning of working there. I almost felt like it was beneath me, but knowing that I'm not too good to do anything I made a bargain with myself. I couldn't quit until I got over the warped concept that I was too good to do the job.

Now though, I don't want to quit. The work is hard, sweaty, and leaves me feeling and looking disgusting, but I kind of like it. I've gotten to know some of the people I work with and I kinda like them. The highlight of my weekends have been hanging out with a bunch of old men, cooks and oyster shuckers, in the parking lot while they drink beer and I stand there giggling at them.
They are really a hoot and I learn things from their stories that I otherwise probably wouldn't ever know. It is an interesting, if different, education. I like working there with the people although I don't personally want to make a career out of it. That doesn't mean it isn't a good career for someone else though like Lacey for instance. She works hard to support herself and kids, seems to enjoy herself, and is loved by the managers. It seems to be a good enough career for her.

I suppose working at the place has allowed me to see through the eyes of the people who work in restaurants, to step into their metaphorical shoes. I understand them a little better. I'm not embarrassed to work there anymore. (Granted the last time I thought about and said that a bunch of people I graduated with came in and I was mortified.) I'm over that now.