I waited tables and bartended to get through college with a little extra spending money, now with the economy being shot to hell, I’ve got to wait tables again but this time it’s to pay the bills. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not putting down life long “professional” servers, but when you’re working for someone who still hosts house parties, with everyone doing keg stands, you wonder why you’re the one waiting tables and they’ve got the “real” job.

I’m not bitter because I have to wait tables again, but I might be a little bitter because I have to work for someone that acts less professional than I do. I’ve worked at restaurants since I was in high school, so I know how it goes. The managers aren’t supposed to be out partying with the staff, but they do. I get that. But there gets to be a point when it’s just too much.

So I just started a new job and the the managers and the staff were talking about all the partying that they do. The GM said that he only gets a few hours of sleep every night because he’s always out partying then he has to go to the gym in the morning. Right after that he starts to show me pictures of everyone doing keg stands from some party that they had. Sure, I like to have a cold beer every now and then, but I prefer mine in a bottle or a cold glass, not coming out of a keg while I’m doing a handstand on it. Seriously. Keg stands? We’ve all graduated from college here. Do we really need to do keg stands. NO! A keg stand is cool when you’re at a party in high school or a college football game, but once you’ve graduated from college you are officially too told to do a keg stand. Or be hanging out with people who still do keg stands for that matter.

Back home in Charleston, we never had crazy house parties (except for around Christmas) and when we did go out, we went to bars. Sure when we were at work we all had fun together, but the manager was still in charge and acted like it at work. And now, while everyone is off talking about the party that they had the other night, I’m trying to get work done. Maybe I’m the one who is just over house parties and everyone else is more fun than I am. But I’m not so sure that’s right. There is a time in life when you just have to grow up. I’m starting to get to that point but everyone I work with sooo isn’t. Ugh. I hate my job.