My last place of work was at a restaurant back in late 2020. It's under Gordan Ramsay's brand.
And I hated it.
Customers were mostly mean as shit. Also, my experience mostly comes from working in clubs. Ask me about partying, drinking, DJs or epic drunk stories and I'll give you the answers.
I don't give a fuck about food.
Whenever the chef would hold meetings about updating the menu with some new, experimental dish, I am like... yAy~
But the customers man. Damn. So many of them were assholes.
Some were self-entitled.
Some were just plain rude.
Some didn't want to abide by new, Covid measures.
A lady once scoffed at me because I said she needed to sanitize her hands at the entrance.
I'd always tell my friends today, "If you want to improve your mental health, get out of the service line."
So get out if you can.
One particular encounter however, really made an impression on me.
I tended to a father at the door. He came alone. He asked if he could get a table of three pax.
I was like, yeah okay.
He immediately ran off. I saw him get into the elevator.
I was wondering why his family couldn't just accompany him from the get-go.
He showed up a couple of minutes later, pushing a wheelchair. His daughter was on it. She was a holding a skateboard, probably her latest toy. One look and you could tell that she was handicapped. She couldn't speak or really move her hands. Her eyes were not focused.
His other daughter followed along.
I quickly accomodated them and gave them the bigger table.
It was nice that they could eat together. It wasn't like they were all laughing and chatting away. I remember the father looking stern and alert at all times.
Still, it was nice that they could eat together. And the father was a polite man.
Truly I wonder, why others out there just can't be happy with their abled bodies, money and shit.
I know you're hungry, but spare a thought for others okay?