Working at a Providence Restaurant Part 2

May 9
19:24

2012

Paul Marino

Paul Marino

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I have spent most of the time discussing the perspective of a patron at a Providence Restaurant. I have never had the opportunity to discuss my experiences working at restaurants. As I have mentioned before, I have a unique perspective on the food industry.

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One thing that dawned on me recently is that throughout all of my writings,Working at a Providence Restaurant Part 2 Articles I have spent most of the time discussing the perspective of a patron at a Providence Restaurant. I have never had the opportunity to discuss my experiences working at restaurants. As I have mentioned before, I have a unique perspective on the food industry because throughout my life I have been a chef, a waiter, a manager, an owner and of course, a patron. This means that I can understand all sides of a dining experience. I understand the importance of making a good impression on customers.

 

 In my previous article I began to delve into the complicated role of working at a restaurant rather than eating at a restaurant. In much of my writings I have written at length about things I did or did not like about restaurants. I have discussed the obvious things such as food and service as well as some of the more subtle things like décor and location. I thought it might be interesting to examine of the fantastic things about working in a restaurant. I also want to take the opportunity to discuss some of the really unappealing aspects of the restaurant industry. The benefits and positives of working in the food industry depend heavily on where someone works. As I was discussing in my last article, my first job was at my Uncle Jones’s small bar and grill. Once I had honed my people skills there, I moved on to bigger and better things.

 

 Being young a newly fearless, I marched straight downtown and into the fanciest restaurant I could find and just about demanded a job. I had the idea that I would make substantially more money working at a restaurant where the average plate cost triple that of the uninteresting gruel we served at the bar and grill. My logic was that a higher bill combined with wealthy people who could afford the food in the first place would equal a greater tip for me. In my youthful foolishness, I thought I was going to become a rich man by working at the very best Providence Restaurant. This leads me to one of the less pleasant parts of the food industry and job in general: Interviews. Some people really thrive under the pressure of an interview and I am happy to count myself among these people. However, while I have a knack for charming the heck out of my interviewers, I still find it stressful and anxiety provoking. Some of the social anxiety from my early teens is still there but I have learned how to manage it masterfully.

 

Generally, interviewers are fairly nice, but the lady who interviewed me at this fancy down town Providence Restaurant was anything but nice. She had a small face and with a military-like expression permanently etched on her face. She even had some bitchy glasses. I do not know how to describe them really but I think you know what I mean. I was dressed to the nines in a tie and my very best shoes. She began to rattle off questions and while I kept my composure as cool as possible on the outside, my mind raced with anxiety. I was convinced that she thought I was far too young to work there and she was interviewing me only as a formality. It is time for me to wrap up now but please look for the stunning conclusion to the story of my first interview.