tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058767031470465170.post7255811388892225552..comments2014-03-24T06:40:34.393-07:00Comments on The Life of a Common Waitress: I'm sorry- for everything.I'll Be Taking Care of You Todayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12707194590039716982noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058767031470465170.post-69802070715747491392010-01-10T19:28:57.844-08:002010-01-10T19:28:57.844-08:00You have manners and that goes a long way.You have manners and that goes a long way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058767031470465170.post-58117953469684860172010-01-10T04:56:56.234-08:002010-01-10T04:56:56.234-08:00I didn't really notice myself apologising and ...I didn't really notice myself apologising and just in general being waitress-y until I sat down and looked at myself.<br /><br />I hate to admit that I do do it too. Kind of sad really. It could be something slight like bumping into people and so on.<br /><br />Gosh its bad...<br /><br />And I agree the nice things that customers do make it easier to tolerate those stupid ones that should not have the privilege to have good hospitality.♥ Cazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02131525897803100388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058767031470465170.post-64935305794076047942010-01-09T15:34:55.015-08:002010-01-09T15:34:55.015-08:00Great post!
Once my shift is over, I can pretty e...Great post! <br />Once my shift is over, I can pretty easily shift my attitude around to my 'normal', don't-fuck-with-me style. Although, I do find myself constantly apologizing for things at my house, particularly if I'm making dinner and things aren't going exactly as they should.JumpIthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08679491498657927023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058767031470465170.post-60508034574531129252010-01-09T13:01:10.324-08:002010-01-09T13:01:10.324-08:00I'm luck in that once I take off my name tag a...I'm luck in that once I take off my name tag and apron, I'm just dressed in black with no identifying marks. You can tell how good or bad a night I had by how I respond to people right after work. If I go to Wal-Mart and I'm charging past people without making eye contact or letting them go first, I spent my evening waiting on assholes. If I stop to let people go by me, it was a good night.<br /><br />The exception is employees. I always let employees are other places go first.purplegirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02952678339075163056noreply@blogger.com