Bite My Tongue and Smile

Working in a restaurant is difficult. No matter how nice I am, or how big my smile is, there are always those people who come in and are just plain rude. Because of this, I came to the conclusion that I HATE PEOPLE.

As a hostess, I am the first person who interacts with the customers. There will always be those customers who walk in and ignore my existence. They don’t acknowledge my beaming face and my, “Hello, how are you today?” Most people carry on a conversation with me, but those who walk through the entrance, and are quick to hold up two fingers to indicate how many are eating, get on my last nerve.

Tonight was probably the worst night since I started working at Romana’s a few months ago. The number of rude people outnumbered the nice ones. I do not know why many customers find it necessary to speak to me as if I was deaf or slow. I know I’m blonde, but that does not mean I can not count to four. One man tonight, after asking if there was two of them, responded by saying, “Would you look at that? Blonde and smart.” I could feel my face get hotter as my face turned red with anger. It’s too bad I want to keep my job otherwise I would have tore him a new one.

I probably should not be working a job dealing with people. The majority of the time I either want to cry or punch someone in the throat. In the end I have to take the insults by shutting my mouth and smiling.