Drinking On The Job Essay

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Drinking on the Job

Drinking on the job. I never had a job in a restaurant where somebody could drink while working until I got a job as a waitress at Sweetwater Grill and Tavern. Taking part in this activity at work is a sure-fire way to have a strange work experience. I, of course, was not drinking on the job since it was my first day waiting tables at Sweetwater Grill and Tavern, and I was underage (only 18 years old at the time). I had just gotten the job and couldn't wait to work in a comfortable, laid back work environment, which I had never been accustomed to. At Sweetwater, the servers did not have to wear uniforms like most restaurants. Here, servers were allowed to wear cut-off jeans, shorts, t-shirts, and whatever type of …show more content…

I was very nervous about making new friends. At least I would be the first one out that night. To my surprise, the other two servers working the floor that night, Patrick and Lindsay, were very pleasant and talkative. They immediately informed me that "Beef Jerky Time" was the code for "let's party" and that it would begin at 10:30 that evening. "Great!" I replied with what must have been the most frightened look upon my face. Drink on the job? Whatever. At least that left enough time for me to get the hang of things in the restaurant so that I would not have to rely on Patrick and Lindsay, the two alcohol-starved servers when we were amidst "Beef Jerky Time." No problem. The night wore on so slowly as I ungraciously learned the ropes of Sweetwater. Drinks, drinks, food, food, blah, blah. It was all so confusing to me since I had no formal training to the menu. This was the Sweetwater way. Next thing I know I am feeling pretty uncomfortable with the job because Patrick and Lindsay are desperately asking me to help them out with their tables. "Christina, can you please, PLEASE wait on this table for me? I am SO slammed!" they said in their best-frustrated voice. Of course I complied since it was my first day on the job and I am always up for making more money. Eventually, I wound up taking on all but one of Patrick's tables and all but two of Lindsay's tables, bringing my …show more content…

What are you doing?" as he waved around his umpteenth shot in the air. "Well Patrick, I am waiting on YOUR tables!" I screamed. "Oh. OH! I forgot about my tables. I wonder if they are still here," Patrick chuckled. This was my breaking point. "Where is Lindsay?" I asked as I tried to keep my cool. Not to my surprise, I was directed to Lindsay's whereabouts in the pool area in the very back of the restaurant. Lindsay was throwing back a few margaritas and playing a little pool with a customer. What a work ethic! As I stomped over to her, I was greeted with, "Hey Christina! Want a shot of tequila? These men are buying. Aren't they cool?" The next obvious step was to approach the manager about this little problem, which would have actually worked if the manager was not trying to drink more Jagermeister shots than Patrick. Yep, that's right, the manager was sloshed as well. This night was turning out to be a nightmare. I could do nothing but suck up my pride and frustration and face the angry masses of tables by myself since everyone else was so drunk to help me

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