How I got my last job.........

Getting a job in a restaurant is sometimes a little different than getting a job elsewhere. A resume is not necessary, you just go in, fill out an application, talk to someone, they either hire you or they don’t. I’ve found that is they drag this out into a second interview, those doing the interviews are just blowing smoke up their own ass.


Sometimes you do the “Who knows who” approach, which is how I got my last job.

It went like this…….I was working at a corporate restaurant, got put on suspension, (for reasons too stupid to go into), two days later I got fired. I immediately sent a text to all I worked with and let them know I got fired. I got a job offer seven minutes later, from a friend of a fellow server, who is a manager at a restaurant about twenty miles away. Okay, I’ll keep that in mind, but I really don’t want to drive twenty miles, one way. So, a few hours later, I sent a text to my ex-husband, who I have been divorced from for 22 years, but have always gotten along with, that read: “Got fired, moving in with Tom.” Tom is our 23 year old son. Shortly after that, I got a call from Tom, who asked if I wanted a job at a restaurant, a few miles down the road, where his dad’s girlfriend is the manager. “Yes, I’ll take that job.” (It gets better)

So here I am on my first weekend night, running around waiting tables, while my ex-husband sits at the end of the bar talking to his manager girlfriend, and the singer, (did I mention there was live entertainment on the weekends), who I think was also a Cher impersonator, was doing her thing at the other side of the room…..oh, by the way, the singer is also my ex-husbands 4th ex-wife. I was the 2nd ex-wife. So we’ve got the even numbers covered. And, apparently we’re friends, because she always wants me to wait on her family when they come in.

Gotta love the restaurant world........