I’m pretty sure no little girl grows up with dreams of being a cocktail server. I know that I didn’t. I actually wanted to be on tv. I’ll probably be throwing my age out there with this one. I wanted to be on the show Blossom. I was in love with Joey Lawrence! For fun my cousins and I use to make home made commercials with cam corders, before iPhones and shit. I remember taking the cam corder to Wild Wood boardwalk and taping ourself on the rides. We even interviewed people walking by. Dammit we could of been the first reality show. Dropped that ball. I remember learning movie lines and acting out scenes all the time.
So here I am, a cocktail server. After high school , some college and then beauty school. I can’t get out of this industry. You know why? Because I don’t want too. I love it. I love the cash, I love my co workers, who are some of my closest friends.
Some nights suck more then others but isn’t that any job?
Literally standing around on Tuesday night before summer hits is torture! I can think of a thousand other things to do besides stand here at the bar. I have to literally tell people they need a drink just to make a few dollars.
Them- No I’m good hun.
Me – no your not you need another rum and coke.
Them- you know what you’re right. I’ll take another.
See, in real life and in this biz, people don’t know what they want. You have to tell them. 99 % of the time we are right.
The wackos keep me entertained, the cheap people humble me , and the good tippers pay the bills.
Where else can you work and make hundreds of dollars in tips from someone who tells you there dying and that their leaving for Vegas to spend the rest of their money? All while keeping your clothes on ? No where. It’s a good gig, this cocktailing thing.
Disclaimer : this is no way shape or form written to deter anyone from college or a “real career ” – lmao