The Serving Dance

There is a heated, noisy, jovial rhythm to the serving dance. The best servers (not me, not yet) dance, sing, thump backs, banter, spin trays in between throwing together drinks, making salads, grabbing breadrolls, slinging syrup and butter, and grabbing giant trays of plates of food all with smiles on our (company required) happy, smiling faces.

Details, details, details.

As a trainee and a brand-new server, I was serving wrong drinks, forgetting to put in orders, and freaking people out with my overly-serious intensity. I was all but sure that I was about to be fired. I was certain that I should be fired. Several tables walked out when they didn't get their food.

One reasonably expects that they are unlikely to return to the restaurant anytime soon.

But Lady Graymane (I'll call her--I'm going to use pseudonyms for those I mention) gave me some excellent advice and said "you have to start having more fun."

I had to smile--I was just grateful that they hadn't given up on me.