I work in the restaurant industry. I am a server. I am a bartender. I am the front of house staff. I love my job.
I love food (if you couldn’t already tell). I love drinks (bartendress at your service). I love creating food memories — experiences, tastes, conversations, etc.
I’m also college educated. I have a degree in some liberal arts nonsense… Which I also love (even though I just called it nonsense) but is not necessarily my career path.
All these things together are me. Which is why I hate hate HATE it when people ask me what else I do. Or what my real job is. Or just assume that I’m still in school.
Pffft… why else would I be working in the restaurant industry? It’s just to make money, right? To move onto something “better,” yeah?
OK, the money is good. I will admit.
And for me, running around a restaurant is much more entertaining than sitting in front of a computer all day. And I get exercise from running around restaurants all day. Bam! How do you like your office job now, suckers?
I keep coming back to a part of the book “Service Included” by Phoebe Damrosch, which goes like this: “A Tip: Please do not ask us what ELSE we do. This implies that (a) we shouldn’t aspire to work in the restaurant business even if it makes us happy and financially stable, (b) that we have loads of time on our hands because ours is such an easy job, and (c) that we are not succeeding in another field. ”
I’m happy with my life. So stop asking me what else I do. I’ve gotten this from friends, family, and even guests at my restaurant! (The last one never makes sense to me… So you love me being your server/bartender…BUT you want me to go do something else so you can have some incompetent 18-year-old take my position in this restaurant???…. hmmm.)
I realize I can’t do this forever. It’s a tough job, harder than people can imagine. Both physically and mentally exhausting (yes, please be nice to your server the next time you go out to eat!). But for right now, I love what I do.
So please!!! Don’t belittle my work. Don’t ask me what else I do. I’m tired of having to justify why I do what I do.
I will repeat again: I’m happy with my life.
Can you say the same?