The shake guy got really upset, made him put the strawberries in the freezer, which made them impossible to mix into the shakes. Then he told a manager to tell me that I couldn't wear the bra I was wearing. He couldn't even tell me himself.
Apparently my blue sports bra can be seen through our white uniform shirts so I have to wear a nude or white colored bra to work now. Which I don't have. I asked the manager if they were paying for a new bra for me? Bras are expensive. Of course the answer was no. So fuck it. I don't usually wear a bra except at work anyways, so I just won't wear a bra to work either. Then no one will be able to see my bra!
My second to last table tonight was a sweet elderly couple. I got to make a real connection with them. I talked with them for a little while about their grandkids and future possibilities. It was nice and something that I don't get to do a lot at this restaurant. My last restaurant that was part of the job, almost, to sit and talk with our guests. That's what I love about serving!However, I don't think I want to make serving my life career. After talking with the couple and listening to their story about their granddaughter, and every time I talk to a guest, it makes me feel like I'm in a transition period of life. Most people who start here it's their first job, or their going to school, or it's a second job.
I would love to be a full time mom at some point, but I don't have a child, and I don't know that I want to raise a child on a server's wage. Maybe I could land a job at a daycare? I do have a degree in psychology after all. Though I feel like I would get burnt out on that after a few years. Though I could use that to transition into a position helping those with special needs. Even that I could see myself getting burnt out on though.
My husband runs his own business, he's a photographer. It would be nice to work more with him and maybe just be business partners, but I feel like that wouldn't be very financially stable. If for some reason, god forbid, the business went under, we would both be out of a job. I would love to be artistic though, I've wanted to be an artist for as long as I can remember.
I just don't know where I want to go from here. I don't know what the best choice is...


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