Feeling Graceful and Confident . . . Or Not

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I feel that given the bizarre happenings that continue to prove to be “real life,” in this post I would share a smattering of this week’s restaurant anecdotes.  Prepare yourself---I’ve been a mess.

1. After pulling an almost all-nighter for an exam Monday night, I was exhausted.  I really shouldn’t have agreed to work, but what is a broke college girl to do?  Needless to say, I spent Tuesday evening carrying food up and down several flights of stairs.  On one such trip, I set down a plate, only to speak in French to the customer.  I’m not sure why it happened---I knew where I was, and that was not France.  But when the customer looked up in disbelief and asked, “New York Strip Steak made medium rare?” I nodded and replied “Oui, bien-sûr,” and walked away with a slap to the forehead.

2. While handing over dirty dishes to a dish-boy last weekend, I witnessed a coworker drop an entire crate of twenty ounce glasses.  That’s forty-nine glasses shattering all over a very small area of the kitchen during a dinner rush.  I stood there for a moment, watching the scene in horror, just like the rest of the cooks, servers, and managers.  Then, I gracefully told the poor soul who dropped them, “If that was me, I’d be crying right now.”  Not so funny part? They did.

3. One rather narrow dining room was recently rearranged to fit more deuces (couples for you non-restaurant folk).  Unfortunately for me, this meant that a few particularly low-hanging lamps were now exposed to areas I had to walk.  It should also be noted that I’m a tall girl.  So when I went to drop off a meal to an enthusiastic looking date, my forehead collided right into a heavy antique light fixture.  I’m still using cover-up to hide the bruise.

Lesson learned: What can I say? There’s almost too many this week to pick.  Let’s go with choose laughter over tears.  No matter how embarrassing you may act, you may as well roll with it.  There’s no sense in crying all night.

It’s also prime blog material.