Did you work as a waiter when you were a student? How does it feel?

I worked as a waiter in college. At that time, we said we wanted to work part-time. It seemed that the counselor at that time explicitly prohibited students from working outside the school, such as tutoring, tutoring, handing out flyers, or working as a waiter in a hotel. , as a result, there are still many students who "commit crimes" and I am one of them. I think the reason why I work part-time to make money is because the living expenses provided by my parents are not enough to cover my own expenses, so I choose to work as a waiter. I have worked as a waiter in three places, and my experience was different each time. It turns out that in my hometown, the salary is 40 to 51 days, but in Tianjin, a big city, the salary reaches 20 an hour, which is very important to me. It was indeed a great temptation, so I started my first part-time job with a senior I knew. I was working as a waiter at a wedding banquet. I watched four tables by myself and only had to serve the dishes to them. It felt very relaxed at first and I thought it was quite simple. Indeed, the dishes were all served and we stood beside them. We just greeted the guests if they needed anything, but after a few hours, my feet were in terrible pain and it was very difficult to stand and walk. I finally had to clear the tables. This time I went back and vowed never to work part-time again. , but I am still very happy to receive my salary at night. The second time was at the famous Goubuli steamed bun shop in Tianjin. Because I really didn’t have enough living expenses, I went out to work to make money. However, the environment of this restaurant is very good. This time I ordered and served food in a lobby. There was no need for us, we just paid attention to hygiene and wiping the tables. It was one hundred a day. It was very relaxing at first. It was almost three o'clock when we had lunch. It was just Chinese cabbage and rice, not even a piece of meat. I wanted to cry once, when had I ever had such bad food at home, but I made peace with it. Over the next few days, I worked hard like this. During this process, some of my friends ate the untouched dishes left by the guests when they were clearing the table. I resisted the thought of eating. I guess it was my terrible self-esteem, but it was just inexplicable. I feel sad, and I also lament the law of the jungle in this society. The third time was a long-term part-time job with a good friend of mine. She had something to do on the weekend, so she asked me to cover her shift for two days. I had no experience and heard that it was a hot pot job, but my friend asked me to do it, so I went ahead and did it. Ordering dishes and making pots, I watched my seniors do it once and got started. The shop I worked in this time was a private shop owner who took special care of us little waiters, so I was in a good mood and particularly willing to work for the boss. , I wish I could go around in circles. The uncle and aunt in the kitchen are also very kind to me. They always call me over to eat if they have delicious food, for fear that I will be hungry. This is the feeling of home. It is difficult for a shop like this not to make money. When you go out, you should be careful about everything, especially girls. Protecting yourself is the most important thing.