Food Service Thoughts

Like many young adults, I cannot see to get out of these minimum wage food service jobs. I work at a deli and serves sandwiches and stuff during the day then at night I work at a popular fast food place. Food service is something you know is always going to be there because the need to eat will never cease.

One thing that I have learned is that when you work in food service and are in uniform, you are invisible, People look right through you like you are not a person with a soul and a heart and a story. When a customer comes up to the counter to place an order and I speak to them, sometimes they don't even acknowledge my existence. They'll stare dumbly at the menu above/behind me, mouths open, mind turning, thinking to themselves "What do I want to stuff my face with?" What I love is when I ask someone how there day is and they jump right to their order, ignoring my question completely. On the other end of the spectrum, I am no worse. Sometimes when I am talking to a guest, asking questions and menu items are counting the handful of change they have handed me, I'm really thinking about my plans for after work, how I can't wait to take a shower and how I'd love to hear his voice.

Yesterday I work an eight hour shift, on lobby, I took 150-175 orders and talked to many more people. I asked at least half f them how their day was. Three people all days asked me about mine. Another thing is, when I'm wearing a gay fast food uniform with a name tag and a hat, it makes it impossible to flirt. The place I work at is really close to a few universities and these college guys come in there in their tank tops and muscles busting out and I just wish that they could see me in normal clothes and give me the chance to rock their world. Lol. Its torture.

Another thought: at a store of the same fast food company that I used to work at, there was two trash cans right next to each other by the door. The one on the right was always full while the left was barely used. At the store I work at now, its the same setup, except the trashcans are opposite the door. In this case, the one of the left is used far more. What it is that causes this irregularity and why is it consistent with many, many random customers? And am I the only one that notices?

If anyone reads this who works in food service, share your thoughts...

About Me & Other Thoughts

Like millions of others across America, I have a Myspace. However, the blog on Myspace is not one that I used often I felt I needed an alternate outlet to put my thoughts into this world.

My brain is a curse. My thoughts are always going to thousand miles an hour and it can be rather frustrating. To describe me, where shall I start? Many people would say that I am weird, goofy, kind of a spaz, etc. Though these words do hold some truth, they do not paint the complete the picture.

Above all I am passionate. I am passionate about friendship. I try to be the kind of friend I would want to have. Whether my friends know it or not, I would be there in a time of need instantly. I am great at listening and I give advice from my own experiences. When it comes to relationship, I love with my whole heart. When I am committed to somebody I want to do everything in my power to please them. There is nothing as amazing in this world as waking up to somebody that you love and that you know without a doubt loves you back. I have been hurt before, probably because I do tend to love so hard, and there is no doubt that I will hurt again. There have been times in my life where I have felt inadequate and there have been times where I felt that I deserved more.

I am nineteen years old. I hate this age because people treat me like I am some kid who still lives with mommy and daddy and knows little about life. Yet sometimes I feel that my knowledge and understanding of the world is beyond my years. I may be wrong and I look forward to discovering the answers as I mature. To be frank I have had a hard life but I would never seek sympathy, nor do I want it, because it is hard times that make you stronger and tough.

Physically, I am average. Short at five three. I have some meat on my bones, small love handles but am still lean. I have green eyes that I love but they are rarely recognized by others. I have straight, shoulder length sugar brown hair. Not much else to my appearance. I think that I am beautiful but not always in the worlds eyes.

I have so many thoughts waiting to be unleashed to this here blog...

For starters, one question that I commonly ask myself when observing others is:
How did this person end up at this place, at this point in their lives?

This evening, I went into a nearby Chinese place to grab dinner. It was around eight o'clock and there was only one table with anybody at it. Sitting there was a woman, around 35 sitting with what I imagine was her daughter who appeared to be about ten years old. They ate dinner peacefully, the mother asking her daughter about her day and such, the girl happily eating and chatting. She was wearing a leotard and black tights, suggesting perhaps she had just been in a dance class. The woman was dressed business casual and I imagined what career she may have and how late she may have been working to pay for her daughters dance lessons. Seeing no father, I wondered if perhaps there was a man at home waiting on them or if this little girl had no father in her life at all. How might her life be effected by the absence of a father figure? And this woman, she has obviously been at least once in her life. Had she lost this love somewhere along the way? Did she cry? Did she hurt and feel like she was dying? Did she ever think to herself that she could not survive without a particular man that she loved, yet here she was breathing, living, eating and talking with her daughter despite possibility having experienced that loss before? Though I'll never know the answers to these questions, I enjoy the speculation more than anything and I often observe my own life in this same fashion.

I work at McAlisters Deli, a sandwich restaurant and Taco Bell. Though food service is not the career that I wish to pursue, its a job and a paycheck which is exactly what I need right now. I worked at Taco bell in high school. I quit because I wanted a better job. Now I am back doing to same thing, making tacos and saying "Would you like any hot, fire or mild sauce with that?" but its interesting to consider that choices and the situations that have lead me to this place in my life.

Life is can only be what you make it to be. You have to decide what you want and make a plan to get there and chase your dreams. But you also must know that plans fall through and situations change and dreams must be modified and things rarely go as expected. So many times in my life people have told me to be strong. It never made much sense to me. Its not about being strong, its about knowing that you have no other choice. Though you may cry, you will eventually run out of tears and when you do, you'll still be alive and you'll have no choice but to keep breathing and face another day. Sometimes you have no other choice but to roll with the punches and try to make the best of it.

xoxo