I was a server at Applebee’s during my senior year of high school. It was my worst job by far. Why?
…the work? Yes. Customer service and dealing with people and their food? No thanks.
…the people? Yes. Both the customers and my co-workers sniffing coke in the bathroom and constantly having sex with each other.
…the pay? Good lord yes. $2.19/hr in 2008? It should be a crime.
…the boss? Yes. What a narcissistic jerk.
…the rules? Yes. They made me take out my nose ring – it’s APPLEBEE’S, not a 5-star restaurant. If what’s-his-face behind the bar can have a sleeve tattoo, I can have a nose ring. Also, giving a portion of my pitiful tips to the bartender even if he didn’t prepare a single drink for me all night.
…the uniform? Yes. Well, I must admit I looked pretty good in it, but it was a pain nonetheless.
…something else? Oh, so many more things!
It’s not even on my resume. The only thing I got out of that job was that I’m a much better customer now that I’ve been on the other side of the table.