What Waiting Tables Taught Me

Being a waitress/ waiter may be one of the most trying jobs a human being can have. Bad tippers is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the things you have to deal with waiting tables. These are a few brief things I learned in my year of being a waitress.

Always Be Moving

Serving the actual tables is the least of your responsibilities. I learned that there is never such thing as down time . When the kitchen needs to be stocked, silverware needs to be rolled, and tea always needs to be brewed. It’s like a metaphor for life: just when you get comfortable and relaxed, a curve ball will be thrown at you, which might consist of an entire little league team.

Keep Your Business To Yourself

Don’t you hate when your waitress hovers around your table? Constantly interrupting your family time with their stories or asking if you need anything. Never in my history of eating out have I ever wanted to know a waitress entire life story. Same goes with bank tellers, grocery store cashiers, or people on the street. Moral of the story: Keep your business to yourself, most people DO NOT care.

You Can’t Please Everyone

In my year of serving I realized no matter how much effort, free desserts, or trips to get the table things you cannot always please everyone. Same goes for life: not everyone will like you and that’s okay because you wont like everyone in return. Don’t beat yourself up about it.

16 thoughts on “What Waiting Tables Taught Me

  1. Vikas Singh says:

    I loved this blog.
    I have a few friends in thia profession who are not actually my friends but my regular visit to that place had made them friemdly with me. They would often throw a smile while serving to some other table when i am served by some other guy.
    What you wrote is right. Dont think what others think about you, your profession or your life. And simply mind your own work.
    Its a challenging job.
    Some times some of them would change the bill of mine with some one and i would be surprised to see the bill and then they laughing would say. Sorry sir i just joked. This is yur bill. And then we would laugh together. Again i loved this blog.


  2. V.J. says:

    My father always told us that waiting tables is good training for life. I did it all through university, and he was right, I learned a lot. His point was that you learn to deal with all kinds of people. Good post.

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  3. thoughtcascadeblog says:

    Too true LOL This is what I do. I used to work in health care but can make twice as much in less time … Bartending as well. One of the things that really make me laugh are some of the guys that come. Like, you are some woman just waiting for them and I get plenty of guys who mistake kindness or polite civility as flirting. I hate those LOL!!

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      • thoughtcascadeblog says:

        Hahahaha … Ive had experiences just walking up to the dumb table and the girlfriend grabs her boyfriend like Im going to snatch him lol … Im standing there like, I just want your order, no sloppy seconds plz and if you feel the need to police your bf maybe you need to reconsider 😂 The arrogant ones are worse when Im tending bar … its like free game up there 😁


  4. Chiradeep says:


    I really don’t like to call you 3375F as I don’t know your name. I searched for the about page to find the name but didn’t find it too…. 😦

    About the article, beautiful reflections from the first hand life experiences. Loved it and learned some very valuable lessons of life.

    Thanks for sharing your heart.

    Regards, Chiradeep


  5. middleagednumbskull says:

    I was a waiter. I loved it. It gave me a chance to earn serious money, plus I got a chance to flirt like never before! I worked as a waiter at a restaurant called Bennigan’s and another waiter teamed up with me to sing to female patrons. I earned a lot of money and a lot of confidence! How would you respond to a $120 tip?


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