Server Nightmares

Server dreams. Waiter nightmares. Whatever you call them, we all get them. It can shake you from a deep sleep and you find yourself wrapped in your sheets, covered in sweat and wondering what happened to the order for Table 12 that you rang in, but the kitchen never got. I have one of these dreams at least once a week and from what I understand from other “lifers,” I will never stop having them.

So let’s be clear: waiting tables gives me fallen arches, varicose veins, an intense hatred of the human race and a guarantee of never-ending night sweats from dreaming about being in the weeds. That’s just great. And to make it even better, here it is in video form:


I wait tables and bitch about it on my blog, The Bitchy Waiter.

2 thoughts on “Server Nightmares

  1. Oh, trust me, whatever your work choices might be, you will have endless, sheet-soaking, screaming nightmares about them for the rest of your life. If only we could trade nightmares; I bet your server nightmares wouldn’t bother me a bit, nor would my nightmares bother you!

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