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I've seen my share of cockroaches working in restaurants. Cockroaches although extremely disgusting are a reality for people in the restaurant industry. However, controlling them and taking action again infestation is what separates a good restaurant from bad. Even though extermination could be very stressful, a lot of work, and EXPENSIVE it is a necessary precaution.

Today I will share three of the many times cockroaches and I have crossed paths.

Story #1: 

A few years ago I worked at a restaurant that was very clean but since the dumpsters were close to the back door a cockroach would scurry in on occasion. One morning I came into work and we already had customers in the restaurant. On my way to get their drinks I noticed laying on its back what looked to be a huge dead cockroach. I knew I had to get rid of it quick so I got the broom, my plan was to sweep it outside. Well little did I know, cockroaches not only play dead when they are stuck on their backs but they... FLY! As I swept it the roach flipped back over, lifted off the ground and flew into my face. I dropped the broom and ran full speed into the dining room flailing my arms forgetting of course there were customers in there. When I stopped and realized I was being stared at I quickly apologized and said I saw a spider... LIE! I don't know where the mouse sized roach ended up but I was just glad it wasn't in my hair.

Story #2:

It was a busy night and I had to run down to the basement to get wine. Since the box was laying there for a while in a dark and semi-damp place it became a breeding ground for roaches. As I reached down to grab a bottle of wine I noticed the inside of the box seemed to be moving. I took a closer look only to find thousands of baby roaches not only in the box but on the bottle that was in my hand. I again reacted in the same way as I first did, dropped the bottle and screamed running upstairs. My boss assured me this was yet again a rare occurrence, I just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Story #3:

Luckily this story did not involve a restaurant I worked in...
While out on a romantic date with my boyfriend and I were were busy finishing up our appetizer. The waiter came over and brought over our entrees which looked great. We were so happy to finally find a moderately priced and great quality restaurant. The ambiance was relaxing, portions were large, what a perfect place, until...

I noticed my boyfriend wasn't really listening or looking at me while I was talking. Although this may seem like a typical male trait it usually isn't the case for my boyfriend. His eyes kept wandering behind my head to the bench I was sitting on. Finally I said, what is the problem? He looked at me slowly and said, "do  you want me to ruin your meal right now? Turn around."

What was right next to me scurrying about was a medium sized roach. I slowly stood up and grabbed a napkin. I didn't want to make a scene because there were other customers in the restaurant and hey, it wasn't my first rodeo with the pest.

The manager noticed me standing, swooped in, crushed the roach and said dinner is on me.

Question is, will we ever return?? We'll see.

A$$hole

While working in the previous restaurant there were a lot of situations that required biting of the tongue. Even though it seemed hard to do, the consequences of not doing so could end up with you kicked to the curb. Since I didn't want to lose my job, no matter how tempted I was I would keep my thoughts to myself. This was not the case with my co-worker, we will call him Ben. Ben was a big guy, jock type build with a quick temper. Although Ben and I worked in a very professional environment we would always come across customers who didn't act in such a way.

 One warm summer night Ben was busy working outside on the patio. Since it was a pre-theater time everyone wanted to get in and out before their shows. But no one considers this when they order their three course meal and well done steak. Needless to say this one particular guest was very unhappy when he realized that his 45 minutes wasn't enough to enjoy his meal and impress his much younger and prettier date, pre-operah. Well, Ben did not hold back when explaining this to the guy. The guy however, to cover his embarrassment called Ben an a$$hole and threatened that he better get his food immediately. 

Let's take a minute to give a small background on Ben. He grew up in the hood, in Detroit. Is about 6'4 and used to play collegiate division 1 football. Despite the very uptight and professional environment, despite the fact that Ben was wearing our ridiculous uniform which consisted of a crisp white shirt, vest, tie, long apron, black slacks and shined shoes, despite all this, Ben, needless to say didn't bite his tongue. Ben got in this guys face, leveled down to him, grabbed his collar and said

"You take that back or I'm going to punch you in your pretty f****** face. 

"I'm sorry, I take it back"

"Ok, I'll get your steak" 

This situation, unlike this guys steak, was rare. Had Ben been caught he would be fired immediately, or worse... a Yelp or Zagat article would be written about it. 

Luckily for everyone (especially that guy) no one was harmed.

Ever since this incident I had no problems holding my tongue because I knew if I had a problem I had one big coworker just waiting to finish what he started. 

Is it worth it?

Working 12+ hours on your feet is hard. Working weekends with no day to rest from class and my internship is even harder. Although I've always thought of myself as a money driven person I recently have found myself thinking...


Is it worth it? 

Sure, the money could be great. But at what cost? Missing family birthdays, time with my boyfriend, and other 22 year old social life experiences. I work through the weekend with the only time for myself being to sleep.


It worth it? 

Not to mention what the work consist of. Constantly running around being attentive to people, serving food and drinks and watching people my own age have fun with their friends.

Is it worth it? 

Being a hard worker is more a curse than a blessing. The truth is I am hooked. Working long and hard hours for cash, the whole grind experience, its just appealing to me. I am always on the go. When I have nothing to do I can't stand it. But HELLO I am missing out on being young and going out and enjoying life.


Is it worth it?

I'll keep you posted.

"How Waiters Read Your Table"

I recently read an article in the Wall Street Journal that touched upon the subject of how waiters give service at restaurants. The article talked about how waiters are now being trained to judge a table by the vibe they are giving off and than tailoring their service based on that “vibe.” Examples included a couple fighting and a business meal.

I thought this was an interesting article because when you are a server you need to know how to deal with different and sometimes difficult customers. However the article failed to touch upon a few other types of customers that I have come across in the past.

This is my re-write of:

“How Waiters Read Your Table”

Children are so cute, except when in restaurants:

When approaching a table with kids… Wear gloves, a mask, and a space suit. Bring over a spray hose, plenty of crayons, and hide the knives and salt and peppers shakers. If possible bring out the kids food first to keep them distracted!

Star struck:

When you have a table with a celebrity filter every word that comes out of your mouth. All you are thinking about is the movies they were in, the songs they sing or the work they've produced. When a very well know basketball player came into my job I made a remark along the lines of, our lasagna is really big also and probably will fill you up, no one else could finish it alone... Way to go Rachel... I hid the rest of the night.

No Entiendo:

When you have a table that doesn't speak English don't try to communicate using hand signals. You end up looking like a caveman and will most likely get the order wrong. Try to find someone who speaks their language and if not just order something everyone likes and hope for the best.

Just what the doctor ordered? :

When the lady at your table looks like she is going to go into labor any second yet is ordering raw fish and bottles of wine, say a prayer and hope that is just what her doctor ordered.

Milk the cow:

For first dates, be extra nice to the women, bring over a candle, make fancy suggestions, be very attentive but also be sure to give space. Making the nerves of the guy calm down will only help everyone out, getting them drunk in the meantime will make for a great goodnight first kiss. If the guy really wants to make a good impression he will shell out a lot more for a tip than usual. Win-win for everyone!

Here is the link below for anyone interesting in checking out the original article:

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970204909104577237152011781364.html