I started at a new restaurant on Thursday night. I was working somewhere, but this place has much higher food prices. So I started Thursday, worked at the other place Friday, gave my notice, and was back at the new place by last night. I get there last night and one of the other servers says �I�m so glad you came back, we though you were great, but after Thursday didn�t think you�d come back.�
Let me explain. I hate starting a new job. It�s always awkward, you�re never sure what you should be doing, and everyone�s watching you. They started me following another server. Of course they got busy, and I started taking tables. And my head starts to hurt. I realize it�s a migraine, but figure I can just go on through, make it until close.
Well of course it ends up being the worst migraine I�ve had in years. And I start to feel sick. I head for the bathroom, and it�s locked. So I head for the next closest garbage can, the kitchen. And there I stand, puking into the garbage can next to the dishwasher. Not too many people notice, the bartender gives me some soda water and I continue on. It�s my first night, I really don�t want to ask if I can go home sick. (Plus the money here is really good)
A little while later, I feel sick again. And the process repeats, except this time a few more people witness me losing what�s left of my lunch. (Mainly stomach acid at this point, that crap tastes so awful.) But I�m almost done, I just have to reset my tables. The manager asks if I�m okay to carry the tray of dishes back. �Of course I am, I�m fine, just a bad headache.� I can hardly see out of my right eye by now, the pain behind it is so bad. It�s finally time to close out, and I basically stand and nod as they try to teach me what to do to close out. I have no idea what they�re saying. I take my money and head out. I manage to drive home (not sure how, but I did stop and puke along the side of the road somewhere) and pass out with an ice pack on my head.
So there you have it, my first night and I puke in the kitchen twice. Great first impression. But I did go back (I had to, I quit my other job the next night), and I like the place. Too bad I�ll only be there for another three weeks before I magically �get off the waitlist into vet school and have to suddenly move� (Maybe they won�t notice I�m starting my second year.) But here�s a good piece of advice, try not to puke your first night, at least not that obviously. And migraines suck.