It takes many, and all kinds, of people to make the world go ’round; not everyone is meant to be a Doctor, a mechanic, or work in an office! Each and every job that we hold has importance, none better or above another – this is how it works! I’ve been working a server/bartender for the last 27 years, it’s my “REAL JOB”, I’m proud of what I do, I love what I do, and I would not trade this job for any other job in the world!
I have been a waitress in the same restaurant for 22 years. My customers are more than patrons, they are family. They have watched me grow, go through a marriage and a divorce, raise my girls. Some of them are elderly and I know that I am probably the only conversation they will have all day. It may not pay as much as a CEO and may not be as rewarding as a doctor but it has given me a comfortable lifestyle and I enjoy making people smile… even if it is just by pouring them a cup of coffee. 🙂
“We are all someone’s hero…I just wear my cape in the front & call it an apron” – Destanie
I am at times a Doctor.
I am at times a psychiatrist.
I am a banker .
I am a caregiver.
I am a hostess.
I am at times a Janitor.
I am at times a cook.
I am a Woman who is a Mother, and makes a living being a Food Server.
I am Happy to be me.
First if all I’m 37 weeks pregnant and serving is not easy in the least bit. I had a middle aged couple the other morning that were talking to me about it. The lady asked if I had a wipes warmer because babies don’t like cold wipes, especially in the winter. I told her I had never thought about getting one. I then mentioned that I was worried about the bath water temperature (this is my first) and that I wanted to get a bath thermometer. The couple left and about an hour later they returned with a gift bag. It included a pack of wipes, a wipes warmer and a bath thermometer! I was so surprised. People like them make my day 🙂
Don’t you just love those lazy coworkers you have to deal with on a daily basis!? 🙂
I just LOVE when people tell me to get a “real job”. Apparently I make “fake” money, to pay all of my “fake” bills, and live in a “fake” house. What the hell is a “fake” job anyways? And who are YOU to tell ME how I should make a living?