Every person who has been a server in a high volume restaurant will be able to relate to this. And if you've never been a server, then this is what you are missing out on. This job, for some reason invades people's sleep. My friend Zach, apparently talks about work in his sleep. His girlfriend tells me that he will legit ask her questions while he is sleeping like, "Will you help me run this food?" And she'll respond, "Sure what is it?" and he'll say, "desserts..." Over the past week I've had several dreams about working in the restaurant. All of these dreams result in me waking with a jolt realizing that I've been tossing and turning and clinging to my pillow.
One dream involved me waiting on a party of fourteen people. No one at the table could decide what they wanted to drink, they were all trying to carry on legit conversations with me, they refused to order, and while I was talking to them, five more tables were impatiently staring at me, waiting to be waited on. In another dream I was waiting on my family, while a whole party of my friends were waiting and the restaurant had legit closed, but they were all still ordering more and more food. I was tired and just wanted to go home. Mysteriously, in this dream there was a large bowl of Jaegermeister I was taking shots from. The connecting theme? In all of these dreams, the restaurant is HUGE (much bigger than it is in real life) and I have way more work to do than can possibly be done by one human.
It's a the server's curse. We spend full days from open to close stressing about details, refills, napkins, modifications, timing, desserts, allergies, comps, checks, discounts, checking ID's upsells, managers, dinner rushes, lunch rushes, extra this, extra that, dropping shit etc etc. It's no wonder that it carries over into the night. I just hope that with more experience these dreams will stop.
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