In January of 2017, I was working as a waiter, and I enjoyed it. But, whenever I’ve done this work I’ve almost always modified the job title with the adjective, “just.” It’s a defensive move. A way of signaling that I know how people perceive a 39-year-old waiter.
When it comes to restaurants, I’ve worked as a manager, bartender, and baker. All of these positions required some combination of lower pay, more physical labor, or more intense schedules. Yet all were better job titles to drop in conversation. Continue reading “Just a Waiter”