Wassup y'all! Did you miss me? Fuhh, I know you did. To tell you the truth I've missed me, too. You know how the word on the street is that the restaurant/hospitality business sucks you in and you never get out. That's shit's true! NO JOKE! When I first started working in restaurants I was just doin' it as a gig to pay my way through college. Sounds familiar, right? We've all heard of the stripper who goes bare to pay her college tuition. I did the same thing minus the showin' my areolas and losing my dignity! Gotta make that money even if it takes blowin' a kiss here and there...or wearin' an extra low cut vneck top to show off the itty bitties that I got. No shame.
My point is, I worked in restaurants all throughout college, graduated and...ended up in restaurants again. Who the hell am I fooling? I gotta get out! I was really blessed to be promoted so quickly, but this industry is just a downwards spiral unless you're really ambitious to make your way up. I'm really over the vanity of the industry. I guess you can say that there are subgroups within the hospitality industry that promote a certain look. The places that I've worked at have always been the trendy, upscale looking restaurants. Everyone who works there has that image of being fashionably sound, clean cut and trendy...if you will. As much as I feel I fit that cookie cutter image, I think I'm just over it. I need to move on. The industry has been great to me and the instant gratification that I get for the work that I do is awesome. I've had guests who really respect what I do and handsomely reward me for that. However, I think I've hit a point in my life where that just isn't enough. I need to make a real impact in this crazy, unforgiving world. I gotta lot of good to do for this place, and restaurants just isn't where I can provide that service. A lot of people would say that you gotta whole lifetime to live to do the good. For me, I'm starting to think why waste time on things that just make you a pretty penny over making a noticeable difference in the world? Oh, the hippie in me is aching to come out.
Like I said, I've really lost myself this past year. Being a banquet coordinator is awesome. More like, the money is awesome. It's true, though. One look at that paycheck and that inkling of moving on with your life diminishes. I've been fooled for nearly an entire year. I've survived scapegoat parties, Yelp Elitists and the shitstorm of customers who literally want you to drop everything you got just to help them. My brown nosin' days will come to an end soon...probably a lot sooner than anyone anticipated.
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