At the restaurant all staff members front of the house and back of the house whether they liked it or not had to wear name tags. Under you name was your home town. You see corporate believed that the brilliant idea behind the name tag was it would serve as a "conversation starter" with you and morons that you waited on. Just to make things more friendly (Like I have time to shoot the shit with the average Joe about my life story). The home town portion of the name tag presented numerous problems and extreme annoyance for my fellow servers and I. Here they are in the order of annoyance for me:
3. The home town part was tricky for some idiot customers as they thought it was your last name the majority of the time. My name tag read Rachel and underneath it said Denver. Sometimes I would get a rise out of my dumb people by telling them that I was related to the late John Denver. (I was actually born in Cleveland but who wants to represent that God awful town on their already embarrasing uniform). The last name issue was really funny with some of my co-workers. Tracy was from Buffalo NY. That poor girl was asked if she was part American Indian all the time.
2. The second most annoying part about displaying the hometown was the people who tried to make conversation about the city. The small talk was always awkward and weird and the conversation never went anywhere. I really don't give a rat's ass that your old aunt Milly lives in Colorado Springs and makes her own jam, or you attempted to ski once in Vale, and no I am not a Broncos fan. Let's get one thing clear, we are not life buddies because we share the commonality of both being in the state of Colorado at one point in our lives.
3. The number one problem that would test my patience was the age old question, "Denver huh, so you must be an actress right (chuckle)? How long have you been in LA now" This stereotypical question was usually asked by arrogant old white men that apparently think that every blond waitress from out of state must be a struggling actress trying to make it in Hollywood. Go F*** yourself you old farts. Granted there are a lot of servers that are aspiring actors and musicians but there are also students putting themselves through school (ME), people who need extra cash and some who decided to make serving their career. Serving is honest hard work and and I really don't care for balding old men that are in drastic need of teeth whitening and a stronger deodorant to insult me, my co-workers and any other server out there. These people usually got their ice-tea stirred with my finger in the side station.
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