Posted on June 12, 2009
SUPER WAITRESS GIRL
Once upon a time, the White Spot restaurant in Courtenay wasn’t a White Spot restaurant. When your humble narrator was but a girl of 12, that location was home to Bonanza Family Restaurant. In the summer before ninth grade, I’ll give you one guess as to who worked as a waitress there.
I was primarily the “bun girl,” responsible for ensuring that hot buns were constantly available at Bonanza’s extensive salad bar. Sometimes I also helped slop the various salads, pasta salads, beans – and whatever else needed topping up – into the bowls. Towards the end of that summer, I was even allowed to work the cash register a bit. Did I mention that I was only 12?
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One afternoon, just days before school was set to start again, I was carrying a large and heavy tray of dirty dishes into the kitchen area. Someone failed to mark the freshly-mopped floor in the middle of the restaurant with a “Slippery When Wet” sign, and in the blink of an eye I was ass-down on the floor. Every plate and every mug and every glass shattered around me. I was mortified and quit on the spot.
Despite my short tenure at Bonanza Family Restaurant, I managed to save up my earnings that summer for a Sony Discman and a copy of Stone Temple Pilots’ Purple on CD. Though, I wouldn’t work again until the summer after twelfth grade as a “fashion-forward” associate at Northern Reflections in the Driftwood Mall. I shudder at the memory.
What was your first job? And please, feel free to share any particularly mortifying moments in your career history.