My Bad

So I’m a teacher by trade, but had many a waitressing job before and
even during my teaching career. My husbands business moved us from a
bustling city to a small rural town, and thus I had to find a new job.
Unfortunately in this economy it is even harder to find a decent job
in small towns than it is in the city. So I went on the mad job hunt
and only got an interview at ONE place, a small religious non-profit
school. I was accepted but the pay they were offering was PITIFUL. So
I decided to risk my hand for a bigger offer by playing the bluffing
game. I, the city girl, told the woman who interviewed and offered me
the job that I had also been offered a position for more money at
another school in the area, in hopes that she would counter-offer a
larger salary. My mistake. She wished me the best of luck at the other
school and bid me farewell. Fuck!

2 weeks later I finally find a job waiting tables. Literally my third
day on the job, who walks in and gets seated in my section but Mrs.
Religious-Non-Profit herself and her family. I panic. Making up
something clever like “This is my after-school job” completely slips
my mind.

She recognizes me of course and says something innocently nasty like
“So this is the job you got?”. I turned red, laughed, and bustled away
without even asking what they wanted to drink. They got water. No one
complained.

And of course, as if the universe desires to see me squirm, she and
her family come in once a week and almost always end up in my section.
I have to scramble around and beg any other waiter to take the table.
It’s not too difficult because they are actually really good tippers.

Needless to say, I’ve learned a thing or two about living in the
country now…
- At Your Service

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