Dear Diary:
A friend of mine has a teenage daughter who has just returned to high school for a new semester. She's been looking for a part time job to make some money to be able to afford all the "items" that a teenager absolutely has to have! I asked her what kind of work was she looking for. She told me that she was considering accepting a position with one of the local restaurants. She thought the pay, plus HUGE tips, would allow her to buy all the things she wanted. I yelled, "OMG!!! That's the hardest job in the world." I worked as a waitress one summer when I was in school.
As a waitress, I took the brunt of all the complaints - the steak wasn't cooked enough / the steak was cooked too much; the soup was too hot / the soup was cold; there wasn't enough salad dressing / there was too much salad dressing. Whatever the complaint, it was always the waitress' fault. And of course, not everybody left a tip.
I have a great respect for women who work in this service field. It truly is the hardest job in the world.
Good Night for now.
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