There’s some good and some bad being a waiter.
For one, they don’t get paid enough. Your employers think you are going to be making so much in tips, that they can lower your hourly rate to little to nothing. But think about it. For example me, I work at a restaurant that barely anybody knows has a dine-in part and I work on some of the slowest of days: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, normally and an occasional Friday, or Saturday or Sunday from time to time.
But there are some perks. Tips can be a lifesaver. Even on a slow day, I can make between $20 to $50 in tips and that’s everyday. So that’s money going into my pocket on a daily basis. It is an extremely wonderful feeling. But then when you look at your paycheck you start to feel like you are being ripped off because as a waiter at my job, I am not only serving people, but I also have to run the front register, take phone calls, collect orders, wash dishes, as well as help with prep work at a servers rates at little to nothing.
I have developed a lot more respect for waiters.
"Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD, is a type of depression that affects a person during the same season each year."
"It is also referred to as winter depression, winter blues, summer depression, or summer blues."
And it looks like I have the summer blues.
Every year, it never fails. I hate the summer time. If I’m not traveling, or with people, I hate the summer time. It’s my worse time of the year.
"Recurrent major depressive disorders can cause some serious mood change; they sleep too much, have little energy, and may also feel depressed as well as heighten anxiety, irritability, decreased appetite, weight loss, social withdrawal, and pessimistic feeling of hopelessness."
I’ve reached rock bottom and I hate it here.
People don’t understand I’m trying my fucking hardest. My parents are on my fucking back, not understanding how I’m feeling, not even asking how I’m feeling. I am barely listened to in this house. I am the lost soul in my house and that sucks because it really hurts. It hurts a lot.
So I’m in a relationship with a guy who seems pretty legit. It’s almost been a month now. Long story short, his feelings are stronger than mines. I have no feelings. I don’t like commitment, it’s not my thing. I enjoyed what we had before we decided to make it official. He pretty much put me on the spot when he asked and I didn’t know how to tell him how I felt. I’m non-expressive. But anyway, now he wants to know how I feel, but I want to do it without hurting his feelings.
My, I think this is karma.