So I am going to go out and get one of those real-life, hands dirty jobs where you trade their stresses for what will become your cash. I need a little stability in my bank account.
I am seriously considering a job at Golden Corral. A job in Buffet Hell. Why I would ever want to work at a place that probably had a lot to do with me getting to be such a very fat kid, I don't know. Well, actually I do. It's the closest I can stay to bussing tables while technically being a server. No ordering. No filling the first drinks. Just drink refills, clean plates and a whole shit-lot of bussing.
I don't mind the bussing. It's a good workout. About the only thing that scares me is waiting on people that are eating pizza and fried chicken and steak and pot roast and nachos and macaroni and cheese off of the same plate. The people that used to be me. They should have therapists for their employees. "Today, I enabled people to gorge."
Not that I haven't been there and gorged myself in the past six months, but I mean... seeing it everyday is a whole 'nother animal.
People seem to think that there's no money in a buffet, but I think it's all about the turnover. Sure, 25% of the tables will stiff me and 50 will tip two or three dollars, but the last 25 might leave something decent. Maybe on a brownie, cookie and ice cream high (all on one plate), they'll feel generous. With larger sections and ridiculous turnovers, I really think it might be worth my while.
But maybe they're not hiring at all. I'll have to go and see.
Damn it's going to be hard not to sit down and gorge myself.
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