A summer job. Three words that sound easy, right? That’s how I felt going into my new summer job of being a busser at Basil & Wick’s restaurant. But after a while, I realized things were not as easy as I had imagined.
My first day went pretty easy. I learned how everything worked and what I was obligated to do.
The next few days things took a turn for the worse, and I was often getting scared. One time a server asked me to go down to the basement for some lemons. I went down, grabbed them, and on my way back up one of the cooks was coming down and scared me. The lemons went everywhere as I shrieked with terror. The cook was nice, of course, and helped me pick them up and apologized.
Another day I was again asked to go to the basement and grab something. So I went down into the walk-in freezer and the same cook was coming into the freezer as I was leaving and scared me again. Luckily this time I hadn’t dropped what I was bringing up.
Another time I was in the basement and the same cook was down there. I saw the walk-in freezer door was open, but sometimes they get left open, so I left it and figured I’d shut it on my way upstairs. Yet the cook was in there, and, on his way out, scared me once again.
I’ve also broken a few things. One time I was cleaning off a table and dropped a drinking glass. The glass went everywhere, and water spilled all over the table. Another busser told me it was OK and helped me pick it up. Another time I was putting glasses away in the holders for the dishwashers. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to drop a glass while trying to put it away. The dishwasher helped me pick up the glass and said it was OK. He had dropped one earlier. But after all of this, we still have enough glasses.
One time I was asked to bring a coffee to a table on the stage. I forgot about the second step up to the stage, and some of the coffee spilled but the lady was nice about it. When I said I’d grab a new one, she said it was OK and she would have that one.
Another time I was asked to grab a piece of cheesecake. I opened the container and the cheesecake had not been cut into yet. So as I was cutting, I started to mess it up, but the server helped me cut it and saved the piece from being destroyed.
After working a few weeks, though, things got easier. I stopped breaking glasses, and I haven’t gotten scared in a while. I’m still not good at cutting pies, but I’m sure that will eventually get easier.
And the staff is always there to help me if I need it. They don’t judge me when I make mistakes, which makes me love my summer job at Basil & Wick’s.
(Shiloh Wood is interning at the News Enterprise this summer and will be a junior at the Johnsburg Central School in the fall.)