The Waitress Elizabeth jordan

When I first saw her all I could say to myself was “Please go fix your hair or don't be around food.” Her hair was falling out of this bun that probably took her about 5 seconds to put up since her hair was as greasy as the burgers she was serving, along with the millions of flyaway hairs going everywhere. Her apron, that's apart of her work outfit, not even tied in the back, just hanging by the neck strand. Along with her shirt not being tucked into her black pants that they require at almost every restaurant. Her teeth not the prettiest things, not that she showed them off in a happy way. Her eyes, the most annoyed eyes I've ever spotted as she rolled them every time we said something. Hanging over her register, I was surprised she hadn't fallen asleep by now. Probably wondering when she could just go back home to her parents house and go back to sleep. How'd I know it's her parents house? Well pretty obvious, she's about in her mid 20’s, working at a burger joint like most of them who don't finish high school and live in their parents house forever. She's probably stuck working a minimum wage job too because of her negative and rude attitude about everything. After she gave everyone a heads up about the new cooks in the back taking a little longer she just began to run people out of the place with her snarky voice, “We are not taking orders for about another 10 minutes since everything is so backed up.” Well since YOU aren't taking orders anymore, how about going and cleaning off the tables that are 10 trays stacked deep. She had the whole attitude for a crappy minimum wage job, but she isn't in high school so not like the job was really meant for people her age.

Yet, the more I kept looking at her, I realized there was something more than just the attitude she displayed with her customers. She looked like a mess and I think every person to walk through the door realized that, but she didn't care. She tried to keep the place running the best way she knew how and it caught up with her. I watched her face as she told the last people to walk through the door they were done taking orders for a little bit just fall into her hands as they turned right back around and went through the door again. In that moment I understood why her hair was a mess and why her apron was untied. She didn't care about fixing her appearance like most, she cared about getting everyone's orders out to them. As she slowly walked back into the kitchen, I expected to hear a loud voice yelling at the cooks to hurry up. But she didn't do that. She went back there and helped them, even though that wasn't her job.She was pretty much running this whole place on her own, while everyone in back was new and still learning. Witnessing this made me rethink her character, she isn't a horrible person working a minimum wage job because that's all she can find. She cares about her customers and others. I have come to see that first impressions of others aren't always what they seem, in her case, yes she was tired, but she was struggling to keep this place going. As humans, before we become quick to judge, we should always put ourselves in others situations in that matter of time.

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