I recently quit my job as a waiter in a corporate restaurant, as a coworker calls them: "fast-food with tables". I couldn't take it anymore. The only benefit of serving tables is the money. The tips normally suck, but the volume of business we receive makes up for it. It's a great place to work for fast money, but it comes at the expense of your well-being. Late hours (2 am clock-outs) and long shifts (8-10 hours, sometimes 12-14) have absolutely drained me. And because our employer (like most restaurants) only pays $2.13 an hour, below minimum wage, New Jersey law states that we aren't entitled to breaks. It is indescribably frustrating to be expected to be cheery and composed for ten hours straight with no reprieve, yet I did it four to five days a week. Now it's finished. I've been unemployed for two weeks, and though I still have class, my schedule went from packed to the brim to practically empty. Here's a quick ditty about those two weeks:
I spent the weekend waiting again
And now it's Monday morn'
I'll spend the weekdays waiting
For Saturday morn' again.
And when next Saturday unfurls from Friday night
I'll spend the mornings waiting again
For noon, for night, for naught.
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