Working at Sinbad's is both a joy and a challenge. It's fast paced, demanding, rules are always set and always broken, servers growing annoyed and irritated due to the, well spoiled assholes that occupy the tables and chairs at Sinbad's.
Workers tend to grow close, fond of each other creating a small community, tightly knit, continuing on long after people get fired or quit themselves, more than keeping in touch, remaining close friends.
However, there are also notorious fights and intense screaming, yelling, accusations and well, tip stealing, sneaking around about tables and such. They can end up giving such a hard time during your shift you can end up crying to go home.
Work itself is demanding, challenging and physical. It's physical with all the damn trays, food, drinks, the stairs and the long hallway to the kitchen from the door. The customers are rude at best, selfish, self interested and everyone who comes in through the door think they own Sinbad's because the owners talk to everyone and try to make them "feel at home". While this sounds great on paper or to the ear, it's not realistic and disadvantageous when applied to restaurants. After all, this is a restaurant and you are not at home. Since this is an establishment, there are rules even customers needs to heed. Alas leaving us at our never ending daily dilemmas.
But regardless, I always have loved working at Sinbad's. Unluckily, there is no Sinbad's in where I regularly live.
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