Personal Narrative: My First Job

I was collecting the bus pan from the front of the restaurant when the woman called me over to her table. As soon as I approached the table she began chastising me for the preparation of her food. Her words swirled around my mind but I could not comprehend exactly what she wanted from me. How did I, a 17 year old high school student, have any authority in this situation? I shook my head yes, faking my concern and understanding, making her believe that I was listening. I was tired, my feet hurt, my back hurt, and I was ready to go home. I applied for a job when I turned 16 because I knew my parents were not going to be giving me handouts for much longer. I decided to apply to a new restaurant that was opening in my hometown. I completed the application and within a few days, I received a call that I was hired. I was ecstatic to have my first “grown up job.”

Such basics include my duties in the restaurant, how to treat the customers, etc. After attending the orientation it was time for the grand opening. The morning of my first day I was actually nervous. This was my very first job and I was excited to start. I remember that day being very hectic and busy but I didn’t mind it because it helped time go by fast and I truly enjoyed what I was doing - for the time being.

The restaurant that I worked at was not a traditional sit down and be served type of joint. Customers would approach the cash registers, place their orders, and wait for the food to be delivered to them. After they placed their order they were in charge of getting their utensils, drinks, and napkins. One of the first things that I noticed was that customers in my hometown were not used to this way of dining. There are very few restaurants that serve this way because I find that when people go out to eat they more than likely want to be served on, they would rather have someone do it for