The most significant job that I have held in the past was being a waitress in an Chinese restaurant. In the middle of June, I saw they were looking for bus waitress, since I was looking for a job so I asked Ms Ling - the gaffer of the waiters and waitress - to hold the position for me until after my graduation. And a week later as expected I became a?waitress?in the A Hong Hong kong & Vietnamese restaurant.
As a waitress, I worked there part-time. My basic salary was $10 a day plus tips. Tips were paid daily and basic salary was paid every half a month. I get about $40 for tips everyday for 12 hours working from 1:00pm to 1:00am and I have to stand all day except 15 minutes’ sitting down for dinner. I got less tips than others because I’m new here. Still, that’s not a satisfying salary.
The boss owned the restaurant. The boss was from Vietnam, but he could speak Chinese, both Mandarin and Cantonese. He could even read newspaper in Chinese. His business was so good. Sometimes the seats were full even at two in the morning. At first, I felt envy. He must have earned a lot of money from this! But then I felt different.
I saw him in the restaurant all day. He’s always in the restaurant, either upstairs or sitting in his narrow office down stairs in the basement. I knew he has a monitor there but I didn’t think he’s really keeping an eye on it. When I finished my work for the day late at night, he would drive me home and then go back to the restaurant. Then I started to think, though he might have earned a lot of money, when would he have time to spend it? His life was confined in a restaurant which was brim with the smell of food all the time. The smell made me feel hungry at first, then made me feel full, then I had enough o...
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...ork hard and get a lowest wage and live their life. I feel sorry for them. They worked 12hous a day, 6 days a week, to earn some money to support their family. What a life! I was surprised that they were willing to do a job like this. If I were them, I would try every mean to jump out of a hell like that. There was a girl who’s 18 years old. She quitted high school and started to work there one year ago. I encouraged her to go back to school. She seemed interested. But I felt she’s not really going to change her life by getting a higher education.
It’s lucky for me to have parents who can support me to go to school and have a happy life. I see the miserable life of those people and I feel more than ever that I should work hard so that I’m not wasting my advantages. That’s the most important thing I learnt from this job. And it’s good to learn it before too late.
They have no support or any opportunity to attain a degree because they continuously work to pay their bills. On the other hand, I realized that individuals in low-paying jobs are also the ones who made their choices to obtain their perspective jobs and they are the ones that have to deal with the consequences. Though I have to disagree because as individuals, one thing we believe in is we are stronger together and if we do not help one another in times of need then we are going against our own beliefs. Everyone makes mistakes because we are of course human and we are obliged to help one
Although tips can often lead to servers making well over regular minimum wage per hour, overall, tips are very inconsistent and are completely dependent on restaurant customers. Not only does the customer decide how much to tip based on his/her enjoyment of the dining experience, but also servers need busy restaurants in order to make good money.
been the same way. My mom and dad taught me since I was a child was to work hard and never give up
For as long as I can remember I have always been told to be confident in everything I do, and for as long I can remember I have never been able to be confident in anything. Until I put in the hard work, and it paid off in the long run. My father has always been my greatest friend and supporter, and if it wasn’t for him I would have been walking away from my greatest dream. I thank my father for making me put in the hard work and always being there when I need him the most. Hard work will always pay off at some point. You have to put in the hours if you want to receive them back, but you won’t only be receiving them back you’ll also be getting the knowledge in return as
For my internship I worked at Brother Luck Street Eats in Colorado Springs, off of Colorado and 10th street. They are open Tuesday through Sunday from 10am to 10pm. I worked morning shifts mainly because of scheduling conflicts with school and my other job. There were a couple catering events and night events I did work. In the mornings, I would help with prep for the day and working the line. By the end of my internship, Brother, the owner of Brother Luck Street Eats’, was so impressed by my work, he hired me on with his staff.
Receiving my first job was a huge milestone in life, as it is for any teen. The feeling was equivalent to learning how to tie a shoe and being picked first for kickball. It was basically a moment where I truly became aware that I was growing up, that “this was it” I was finally going to cut the ties and become my own provider. To prove myself and others, that I can handle the so called “Real World”. However, upon entering my first job, most teenagers were unaware the of the reasonability that came with it. It was pretty much treated like a last period class, “if you show up you pass” kind of deal. When in actuality, it was much more. Working as a ride operator at a local amusement park, Lake Winnie, many would assume that it would be the easiest
My first job was at Burger King where I was a cashier and took orders. The things I remember enjoying the most about this job was the interaction with the public and my co-worker’s. I actually met one of my dearest and longtime friends working there. She taught me how to count money back without using the register and how to open and close the store. I learned how to be responsible and the importance of coming to work and getting there on time. I also learned how to deal with difficult people. I never knew from day-to-day what I would experience when a customer came into the restaurant or the drive-thru. As an employee I had the responsibility of providing excellent customer services and serving quality food.
When I would get out of school and on weekends, my father would pick me up to go help him work. During summer even working up to 30hours. All the money I would make in tips from working would go towards my family. My personal experiences of work hard days labor since I was a young age has ultimately propelled me to seek higher education and fight for the better life my parents have sacrificed so much pf their lives for. Going to college not only benefits me and my life, but also provides a good influence for my brother, sister, and cousins to seek higher education. I believe the hardest thing is to be the first generation to go to college, and from personal experience it is. But I have worked and studied all my life to hopefully pioneer a path for future generations in my
When I obtained my first job at China Grill in August of 2017, I was a nervous wreck. Unfortunately, being convinced that my boss would act with hostile intentions built a foundation for my anxiety to stand on. The outcome in reality is that she was jovial, always offering me Chinese candy to snack on and being incredibly patient when I misunderstood her instructions. Although my boss was marvelous, completing monetary transactions with the customers would force my anxiety levels to spike, causing heavy reliance on the calculator to determine the amount of change to return to a guest. If a customer began to seem impatient, panicking was my next course of action. This usually resulted in the customer getting the wrong amount of change back.
Waitresses hurry between tables and the cooks’ aisle carrying armfuls of hot plates of chocolate chip pancakes. Bussers bring heavy tubs full of dirty plates, silverware, and glasses to be cleaned in the back. The dishwashers struggle to wash and return the dishes that rapidly pile up near the noisy dishwashing machine. The cooks sweat in their hot aisle as they try to keep up with all the food orders coming from the servers. Meanwhile, the noisy line of customers grows, stretching outside the building. By the end of the day all of the employees are exhausted and want to go home. I consider keeping my job at the Original Pancake House for 9 months an accomplishment, especially considering how quickly new employees quit or are let go.
I am proud to be Asian. All the stupid stereotypes jokes. "He's probably smart because he's Asian"."Damn all you Asian look alike"."Go learn some English, Chink". I'm standing here now to explain that I don't represent all Asians. I'm standing here to prove that I'm me and what define me.
Many restaurants fail during their first year because of lack of planning and I can tell you this from my experienced that we had three years ago with our first Mexican restaurant. What I have learned from that experienced is to write out a plan and be financially prepared. Do as much research as possible on the location. Look into how much traffic there is? Is it a busy area? Is there enough parking? What businesses are near? Also, look into how much I can afford on the rent and for how long do I want the lease to be and be sure to understand all the details on the lease. Another option is to have a lawyer explain the lease, if I do not understand it and if there is any changes that I can negotiate with the landlord to change. Afterwards,
Have you ever worked with a job that requires driving a diesel around? Like sometimes it goes “ RaaaaaaaRaRaRaaaaaaaa”. The first time I saw him I wasn’t sure if work will be hard and difficult because he didn't seem the most happiest or the most energetic person. But he had Blonde hair, blue eyes. About 6 foot tall. Pretty much the same body type as me but little more on the heavy side. He wore a pair of black boots that looked good enough for work boots and that will hold out for at least 3 years. He had a pair of white oaks that he doesn't admit wearing them. Of course he had to wear jeans and our official shirts and hats to work. I been told later he has been working there for t least a month since i was gone for school. Outside was warm and I already had some work in, the
I quickly learned at a very young age the value of hard work. Both of my parents had worked hard to achieve their dreams of a nice home, cars, and financial stability. Their working hard not only paid off financially, but they taught my two brothers and I, that working hard was imperative to life. I was given a set of chores and an allowance every week, which taught me responsibility and how to manage money. I also realized that cooperation goes hand in hand with hard work. My brothers and I would help each other with our chores from time to time. I did not know that cooperation works on a larger scale in the workplace, that sometimes one needs help to achieve their ultimate goal.
Like everyone else, family and friends have played a vital part in my life and have affected my outlook on money and career. I grew up in a family of six, with my father, who is an IT engineer, as the head and sole breadwinner of the family because in my country -Saudi Arabia- there aren’t many opportunities for women to advance. Although he made sure that we lived a pretty comfortable life, I would often see him foregoing his needs and wants to fulfil those of his family. So, I wondered about how different our lives could have been if my mom (or me as the oldest child) were working along with him. I believe that a person