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: