A Day You Laughed Through Tears

I may be the worst server of all time, but I needed the job. If I was ever going to move out of my parent’s house, I needed money. My time as a server was short (thank god) but it was definitely a learning experience.

I worked for a small restaurant in a very small town — Haskins, OH. It was my first time serving and I just couldn’t get the hang of it. My coworkers were sweet and helped me as much as they could. I was slow and constantly getting orders wrong. Don’t even ask me to carry a tray. I was dropping and spilling things all the time.

One night was especially trying when I spilled beer on the same customer twice. I was attempting to carry the beer on a tray. When the first one spilled, I apologized profusely and tried again. For some reason, I thought I would master the tray carrying the second time, but the beer once again went all over the table and customer’s lap. I was humiliated. I felt the tears coming so I unleashed nervous laughter that could be heard throughout the restaurant. I smiled until my cheeks hurt because I knew if I stopped smiling the tears would burst through. It was awful.

I didn’t work there long. One morning after a long night at the restaurant I received a call saying the restaurant was now closed. There was no prior notice. Being out of a job felt horrible, but in hindsight, it was probably a blessing in disguise. I was the absolute worst server and now I could concentrate on finding a job I was good at.

The few months I worked at the restaurant taught me how difficult being a server really is. Needless to say, I now tip very well. 

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