2/08/2021

A dream of service

I had not worked for the owner of
Court Square Tavern
for a long time, but somehow I got roped in to work a shift at his other restaurant. A very rich guy and his uninterested wife were the only customers for the longest time. The rich guy was a stranger to the owner, and when he asked for a particular kind of meal, the owner got upset and refused to make it and said something you'd expect Gordon Ramsey to say.
This made me feel uncomfortable but I wasn't going to say anything. I rely on needing to work multiple jobs and you never know when a gig will drop in your lap.
The guy's wife went off to do something in the shopping mall attached to the restaurant. That's not where the restaurant is, but dreams don't always follow reality.
The owner was in the kitchen, and I watched him as he at smoked salmon from off the line, tasting this ingredient that was to go in the rich guy's meal. He offered me a sample, but I refused it. I could taste it anyway.
It was around this point that suddenly the restaurant got busy. I didn't recognize any of the other servers. I had not been there for a while. I wasn't there necessarily to wait tables, but I thought I would help out. But I didn't know how to work the credit card machine, and I was so out of practice with the patience you need to hide your emotions and smile when dealing with difficult people. I could feel myself about to snap, but I had to keep it in.
The other servers kept getting annoyed with me, and I decided to just walk. I knew this would not be good, but I was increasingly in an emotionally unsafe situation. I walked out into the shopping mall to cool down a second, in the hopes I wouldn't quit yet another job this year. (two in real life, if you're keeping score).
There were many fire trucks just outside. The firefighter in charge told me we had to evacuate the mall because the water mains had broken, and there was a massive flood that was going to come into the restaurant. I turned back into the restaurant to tell everyone the news.
Lloyd Goad, Lonnie Murray and 1 other

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