apparently waitressing is harder than it looks...

Last night was my third night of working on the South Steyne. The first few hours I spent greeting and seating people. For some reason my boss always likes to give me this job. It makes me wonder whether he thinks I am friendly and do such a great job greeting people or whether he thinks I am incompetent and can't handle any of the other jobs. Either way, aside from my legs getting slightly sore from standing in one place, I don't mind the job. I get to meet and chat with people from all over the world, people watch the people in the restaurant across the way and I discovered that if I lean far enough to the left I can see the television in a nearby bar that is usually playing a soccer or rugby match. It has been about 75 degrees every night too, so that doesn't hurt.

After a few hours of seating people, I was told that i would be "running." In waitressing terminology this means going back and forth from the kitchen to the tables serving people their food. At first I thought this would be simple, until I realized how ridiculously heavy a tray with four dishes on it could be. I balanced the tray and slowly carried it to the table, upon realizing that I had no idea what any of the dishes were. The dishes are very expensive and because of that i don't know what anything is. It doesn't help that some foods have different names and everytime the kitchen says table 13 it sounds like table 30 to me. Eventually I started to get the hang of it, but I fear the day that they make me actually start waitressing!