Serving You…

I was thinking about how long I have been serving, and what effects it has had on my life, and one of the main things I thought about was the complaining nature of most servers. Over the past couple of years I have noticed a major negative change in my life, and I think that the time I have contributed to serving has contributed to this change.
Have you ever noticed that most conversation between servers, managers and guests has some type of complaining in it? I know I have. Whether it’s to do something a certain way, not doing something at all, to the food not being correctly prepared for the guests, there are too many little things that do not matter to the existence of society. I recently have had a lot of car trouble, and for my birthday that has passed my parents have offered to pay to get my car fixed. We both thought it would be roughly five hundred dollars or so to diagnose and fix the problem, but we were only off by about 2500 dollars. I can’t believe my parents are actually going to pay for that! So, my dad called me up and asked for something in return. He asked for me to have a good attitude towards both him and my mom from now on, and to think of all the things they do for me when I feel I might need to bitch or argue. He told me they both get enough of it at their jobs, and don’t want it to be brought into family matters. That got me thinking. I too, experience plenty of complaining and bitching at work. Over the past couple of years, I have noticed I have become prone to defending myself when bitched at, and I constantly find myself bitching at others, as well. I spoke with him and came to the conclusion that being submersed in this kind of environment everyday for roughly the past five and a half years, has really shaped who I am becoming. Working at many different restaurants in my life, I have noticed the longer a fellow server has been in this occupation, the more they moan and groan about everything, and the more they bring their personal life into the work environment. I do tend to bitch about minute things that don’t matter much and it rubs off on me when dealing with others, especially my parents. I wouldn’t like to continue to be this way, and I am glad I had that conversation with my pops to discover one of the main possible contributors to my means of thinking. Now, since I have identified the issue, I can be more aware of what is happening, when it happens. I consider myself pretty reserved, as does many people I know, and for me to let something of this degree affect me in this way, is not me. I guess I can only try to start living life with the theory that life is too short to take it too seriously, and I need to only concern myself with important, relative matters. I need to separate my work-life from my personal-life, which I do pretty well anyway, and recognize these hidden dilemmas that can create a snowball effect on my life and character.

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