though it wasn’t. I explained it to my manager and my reward was I had to pay for thatexpensive meal. Great night so far, In the end she also didn’t leave a tip. From a server’sperspective party goers stay till hell freezes over. The bouncer’s had to literally drag them
out so we can clean the puke from people who I guess had too much to drink. Thebathrooms looked like World War II happened. Broken beer glasses on the floor, cigarettebutts all over the floor. Not to mention its already 3:30 am and Im so tired starting from my12 noon shift only to make a few bucks which reminds me I could have made a little bitmore if I didn’t had to pay for that stupid customer mistake that became my mistake. I couldtell you more horror stories about working in a restaurant in which led me to write thisessay. I want to change my life. I want to be a nurse but unfortunately this English class is arequirement. I am writing this essay so that I wouldn’t be stiffed again and pay for otherpeople’s Chicken Teriyaki mistake order.