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Originally posted by Anne Elk
One summer I worked at a country club and had to wear a green polyester dress. It had a white, fake tuxedo shirt inset too. God I hated that dress. I always wore shorts and a t-shirt underneath so I could strip out of it in the parking lot.
Even the uniform at the cheesy NJ wedding factory where I worked sophomore year of HS wasn't that bad.
Neither of those jobs allowed flair.
I ended up cooking at Bennigan's. That was fun compared to the front of the house grind. We had a radio in the kitchen, not the smaltzy Musak tapes, free food (rarely actual menu items), and all the free booze you could handle provided it went with juice.
Good times, good times.
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That sounds like a good gig. I was a weekend breakfast cook at Friendly's. I made great omelettes, or so I'm told. I hated eggs at the time. That was fun. My main Friendly's jobs though were ice cream scooper and then waitress after I turned 18 (they only let us minors do stuff back of the house for some reason).
In the Mexican restaurant, I was trained on every position* except line cook and dishwasher. I started out waitressing, moved to hostess/cashier when I got burned out on that, moved to bartender when I decided that would be fun, and knew how to expedite when needed. I also opened a few restaurants for them as a corporate trainer. Then I decided, for some crazy reason, to go to law school. Hmm. Good idea???
I also had short stints at a catering company and an Italian restaurant.
*yes, this sounds naughty even to me as I type it.
