I have a Job

My name is John Chalke and I have a job.

Within the day, hopefully I will have two jobs.

The first job is waiting tables.

Being as the first job is all that I have right now I will discuss this job at the time:

The restaurant that I wait tables at is described as either casual fine dining or casual elegance. Fine dining perhaps is a bit of a stretch, even when modulated with "casual" but it's not unbelievably easy to categorize. The food that we serve (without detail) is known primarily as seafood. However it can also be categorized as boring - if you were to go into that detail.

I want to make sure that it is not assumed that I hate my job. I enjoy it to quie an extent, but that doesn't mean that I in any way agree with every thing that we do. I hope to address these issues in this blog, but I do not care to constantly reference that I don't actually dislike the job. If such were the case, I would quit. If everything goes well though, I will transfer into the kitchen and get off the floor. The topics may drastically increase or decrease, or possibly stay the same. There won't be quite as much angst minus customers, but there will always be discussion.

To start this blog off I will discuss my most recent conversation with a customer (note: I have kept the authenticity intact for the first go around):

The customer has ordered a sandwich.

Me: Would you like fries or chips with that?
Customer: What?
Me: It comes with either fries or chips.
Customer: -silence-
Me: You can also instead get mashed potatoes, green beans, rice...
Customer: No.
Me: What would like for a side then, ma'am?
Customer: No side.

Time elapses. The food comes out.

Customer: Doesn't this come with chips?
Me: Yes...
Other Customer at Table: You didn't want any.
Me: ...but you declined them.
Customer: Oh, could I have them?
Me: Of course.

Time elapses. I bring out the side.

Customer: Are these chips? Oh, I meant the fries.
Me: of course.

She receives her fries. End service (if only.)