Before I begin an interminable, prolific, and wholly entertaining series of rants directed at the lunatics I encounter everyday, I do want to provide a little background.
I’m an Ivy League-educated former management and technology consultant who somehow ended up waiting tables and being, in industry parlance, a “Fine Dining Server” at “High Volume, Upscale Restaurants” while I pursue other, more long-term endeavors. Not that I don’t think Serving is a good career; I’m just not planning on being that Forty Year Old Waiter that you always see polishing glasses at 11:30 pm on a Saturday night.
I’m Asian-American. This always leads to a number of guests asking me, “Where are you from?” to which I always answer, “Los Angeles….and you?”
I’m in my thirties. I’m Generation X. Hence, I love to rave about the idiosyncrasies of The Greatest Generation, The Baby Boomers, Generation Y, and Generation Z.
And my name is Chris. I’d say a good 50% of people ask me how that’s spelled. So I say to you–it’s spelled like it’s always been spelled; and, really, when I’m at Starbucks and all you’re going to do is call out my first name when you’re finished making my Iced Americano, does it ever matter how it’s spelled?
I currently Serve in The City of Orange–aka, The Gateway to Riverside–and The City of Newport Beach, aka Where Rich People from Los Angeles Go When They Want to Be Around Other Very Rich People. I love my jobs but hey…..When You Play The Game of Restaurants, You Either Move Up or Move Out.