Yegods it's hard work, so physically draining and your mind buzzes after shift, so you don't sleep for hours despite achy feet and body.
Customers at large tables who when you head over with hands full of hot plates, tell you what they've ordered rather than calling indicating they've ordered with what you've got in your hands
Lechy, touchy drunk men.
Guests who treat you as lesser.
Guests who click their fingers or whistle 😲 at you
Guests who are intolerant of a slightly longer wait in a heaving restaurant.
Guests who think they're the only guests in the house. I've got 7 other tables that I need to distribute my attention to.
Guests who forget what they pre-ordered. And only think about it when you're standing there with hot heavy plates to distribute and another load waiting tin the kitchen to head out.
Guests who throw their cracker waste in to the floor.
Guests who whisper.
Guests who allow children to have ipads blaring. Or run around while we're walking with hot food or trays of drinks.
Guests who query supplements on Festive menus which are clearly stated in bold.
Guests who want to play individually by card on a table of 31 😭.
Thank you to all the guests who make eye contact and are polite we absolutely cherish you.
And a big shout out of appreciation for retail staff atm, you're champions!
Feel free to add any more irks I've missed.
<<Off to soak my feet in Epsom salts>>