Hotel Wayne

As the summer vacation just arrived, I was assigned to XX restaurant as a waiter. I am bent on proving that I have grown up, getting in touch with this society, getting a deeper understanding of the adult world, what to learn in order to gain a foothold in this society, and what to prepare for in college, so that this society can accept you, and I have to deal with many people. How can I speak freely in front of everyone and communicate well with others? These should be what I should exercise most now. In the morning, I came to XX restaurant early. Soon, the foreman came and I took over the job. The foreman asked an old hand to take me. Her name is Xue, so I followed my sister. Coming to a strange place is really a little timid. Sister Xiao Xue said, don't be nervous, I'm getting familiar with it. I nodded. I found the restaurant really busy. Everyone is already busy in the early morning, and I follow you. Time flies. Soon, it was time for dinner, and guests came in one after another. I followed Xiaoxue's sister and we came to a private room. She taught me to make tea, then set the table. It's time to serve. I looked at Xiaoxue's sister a little busy and wanted to help her. I handed her the food, but neither of us stopped dragging the chassis, and all the cold dishes fell to the ground. The guests who play cards seem to be afraid. She was flushed, so I quickly got up and apologized to the guests. This guest is very friendly. A gentleman said, never mind, don't tell the foreman. If you ask, we knocked it over. It doesn't matter, don't worry, take your time ... After listening to these words, my heart is finally relieved. I walked out of the private room, stunned. What should I tell the foreman? Will my mistake affect the reputation of the hotel? Speaking of the devil, the foreman came to ask me what was going on. I told her honestly, but she didn't criticize me severely. She just told me repeatedly to be careful and never to clash with the guests. I thought I would be fired, but now I'm relieved, but I'm afraid of "arrogance". Since then, I have been slow in everything, so I have to relax. Strangely, whenever the foreman sees what happened to me, it's hot. She will come over in a panic, take the food in my hand and give it to the veteran. I thought to myself, in fact, the foreman was a little jealous of the mistake I made last time. Alas ... it seems that I am still in the foreman's heart ... Alas ... I have a lunch break at noon, and I go to the cold dish room to have a rest. An old chef told me to be careful when serving food in the future. I broke some plates and came here to mend them. Sometimes there are no plates. I I feel that everyone has no sharp criticism and rejection of my dereliction of duty, and I feel that I have gradually integrated into this whole. As for when I can eliminate the foreman's scruples, it depends on my own performance. In my later work, I always remember that everything should be slow and steady. Slowly, the head waiter began to let me serve myself, thinking that I must refuel! I was very happy when I received plates of delicious dishes from the chef. To tell the truth, I am really proud and happy to bring delicious dishes to my guests. I am proud because I feel that the food seems to be cooked by myself, and I am happy because I can't eat it, but I also feast my eyes! But sometimes trouble will take care of you. Once I went to serve food, the guest asked me what the dish was called. I immediately blindsided and smiled shyly. Back in the kitchen, I immediately asked the chef for advice. When I asked for the next dish, I mentioned the name of the last dish by the way. The guest said angrily, now I remember! From then on, I learned not only to pay attention to the color, aroma and taste of dishes, but also to quote their names. Otherwise, this dish will not be complete. There is always a little reward for hard work. Once I served food to a private room, and the guests there were very enthusiastic! Whenever I finish reporting a dish, the guests always smile and praise it: mmm-good food, good-good-. I'm really glad to get out of there. When the guests left, they praised me in front of the foreman. Although I was very tired that day, I was happy from the bottom of my heart and forgot the hard work and fatigue. One day, Sister Xiao Xue said to me: Today you are in charge of the private room on the third floor. I don't want anything to happen again, but Sister Xiao Xue said: You are a college student, you should learn to get in touch with big people and see big scenes. I think this is a good opportunity to exercise myself. Since the opportunity comes to you, how can you turn it down? I crustily skin of head said yes. I was on duty that day, and the foreman told me to turn on the air conditioner at 4: 30. When I was washing towels in the bathroom in the afternoon, suddenly, I heard someone calling in the hall, so I rushed over and asked if I needed help. Later, I learned that he was a VIP on the third floor tonight. I took him to the private room on the third floor. He said unhappily, the air conditioner hasn't been turned on yet, and chickens can't hatch. I quickly apologized to him and said, I'm sorry, it was my negligence. Just as I was pouring him water, he said grumpily, these chairs need to be rearranged, and this table for playing cards needs to be cleaned again. I will follow. He kept fiddling with me. I really want to point his dumb point with a sunflower acupuncture hand to see if he is still pointing. I finally got everything done according to his instructions. Just downstairs, the service on the third floor rang again. I found it was only 4: 16 after receiving it. Why did that man come so early? Our employee stipulates that he will not go to work until 5 o'clock. I ran to the third floor again. So he is. I ran to the bottom of the building to continue washing towels and boiling water. At the end of five o'clock, guests on the third floor came in one after another. I took them to the third floor, and then my task was to stop at the bus stop. The third floor, the terrible third floor, it's too hot. Finally, it's time to serve. After I entered the private room, the gentleman who served me said, why don't you open the wine? To tell the truth, I can't even open red wine and white wine. I made up my mind. "pour the wine"-"me"? I don't know what to do. The guest said, "give it to me, college student, it's useless ... it really hurts my heart." When I entered again, the guest asked me to open the wine, and I was about to open it. A lady said, "I don't care if you open it." "The guest said," If you don't open it, you can drink all the rest. I am really angry. "What's wrong ... I resigned without saying anything. Just as I was standing outside the car, the guest came out to pick it up. It turned out that his sister called him to go back. The guest replied: people are old, we just have to do our duty ... I can't go back now. If the situation is not good, give him the clothes ... I'll go back after dinner. Then he will go in. I thought the guest invited the section chief to dinner for his promotion, and after receiving the urgent telegram from home, he still felt a little sympathy for him. Think about it: What will it be like for a person to step into this society in the future? I didn't see it with my own eyes I can't believe it. After the guests left, my sister asked me how I was, and I expressed my dissatisfaction. She said: guests who consume here must get our service, so it is fair. This is our job. My sister is really good to me and helps me everywhere. Once she was scolded by the foreman for no reason, it had nothing to do with her, said her sister. It is necessary to satisfy the guests and make the boss profitable. Among them, if it is not handled well, it will be scolded again. It's really hard to be a waiter … sometimes I'm tired, hungry and thirsty. No one will care. In everyone's eyes, a waiter is busy in front of people, eats after people, and whatever is dirty and tired is the fault of the waiter. Actually, I thought so before this, but the waiter should also be respected. They are always busy with your value, and of course the chef ... in short, we should respect the work of others. Suddenly I feel that I am really useless. I can only tell others about my existence by books and dead objects, but I can't give practical help to others on practical problems. Well, maybe that's why college students want to take part in social practice. It seems that it will take time and difficulties to turn an all-round student into a practical talent with practical experience. This summer social practice really made me gain a lot, especially let me see what a college student like me looks like in the adult world. Are we really ready to step into this society? Those of us who think that we can make great achievements with full blood and know-how, we should put away our self-esteem and be ambitious, but we are more.