Despite what you’ve heard, being a server is a tough job. As long as you’re sitting in our section, we’re responsible for your happiness and your lives–if you want to get technical.
Every time I try to leave the service industry, something keeps calling me back. Maybe it’s the money, maybe it’s the family atmosphere or maybe it’s the hundreds of memories the job brings. Every food and beverage job is different, but here are some things the server in your life will relate to.
7 Things A Food & Bev Server Will Understand
When you tell guests to enjoy their meal and they respond, “You too.”
Table: *reads menu for 20 minutes* So what all do you have?
Explaining to your friends that lunch breaks don’t exist.
LOL, what’s a break?
Doing the math when a table leaves the total amount without specifying the tip.
Blaming the Back of House staff when you’re in the weeds.
Knowing “in the weeds” isn’t a drug reference.
I pinky promise it isn’t.
That moment when you’re ready to checkout, and remember you have side work.
Are you a food and bev server? Comment below with anything you’d add to the list!
All I wanted was a recommendation for a good rom-com and Netflix let me all the way down. Netflix actually tricked me. I thought no one understood me better than Netflix, but this relationship was a lie. So, if you’ll indulge me: I have a quick story.
Rom-Com Fake Out: The Time Netflix Tricked Me
Let me set the scene for you: It’s a Saturday night and no part of my body or soul wants to go out and drink or socialize with other humans. I had all the conversation I needed chatting with my four-legged bestie, Sgt. Pepper. I’d read a few chapters of a book and decided to Netflix it for the rest of the night. I had wine and about a half a pan of salted caramel brownies at my disposal and all I needed was a rom-com to pair with it.
As I scroll through my options, I realized I’ve watched everything hundreds of times. I know all the dialogue for Two Weeks Notice, so I have to skip that one. Leap Year. I just watched that…next. Bridget Jones’ Diary: meh…Renee isn’t going to do it for me. Next. Hope Floats..Ok, Netflix I get it. You know I love Sandra Bullock. Step Up. Well, I just watched She’s The Man (the best Channing Tatum movie). So, I decide to skip that movie as well. As I continue to scroll I see a title I don’t recognize: Copenhagen and decide to give it a chance.
How Netflix Played Me
Now, here’s where everything starts to go left. The movie has 3.5 stars which is good enough for me, so I don’t really read the description. Big mistake. Huge!
The movie is about this 28 year old guy (this is important) named William. Moving forward, he will be referenced as homeboy. Homeboy is traveling to Denmark to find his grandfather. However, his only clue is an old letter he finds among the items of his deceased father who abandoned him. Homeboy doesn’t speak Danish and as a result needs help. He ends up meeting a nice girl who decides to help him with his quest. Homeboy clearly has issues with women. However, you see their chemistry and how she’s clearly quite different from all of the other women he’s encountered and is slowly changing him. It’s pretty cute. Here’s where it goes super sideways. Homegirl is 14. 1-4. As in illegal AF.
I’m now distraught and obviously felt the need to go back and read the description. Because how in the hammerhead halibut is this categorized as romance? I thought this was called pedophilia. Netflix tricked me!!
Actual Description: An immature womanizer in search of Dad. It’s about time someone helped him grow up. Even if it’s a girl half his age.
Thanks, Netflix! Now, that I’ve been flagged for watching this. My government job is now in jeopardy, but I felt like I might as well finish it since my name will forever be on a list. I might as well see how it ends. I think that there must be a twist. Surely, this 28 year old man knows better than to hang out with this, albeit mature,14 year old girl.
Here’s actual footage of me watching the rest of the movie:
Me: Homeboy don’t you dare tell her you love her. She’s slamming shots. No, no, no. Cigarettes? Don’t you dare kiss her. Leave your top on, ma’m!!
Suffice it to say, I was and still am very disappointed in Netflix for that rom-com fake out.
I was about 8-years-old when I discovered healing powers. One night I was having excruciating stomach pain. My mama grabbed her blessing oil, and wiped it onto my forehead in what felt to be shaped like a cross. Minutes later, the pain was gone. That wasn’t the last time I needed that same oil for pain.
Fast forward to 12 years later. After burning incense purchased from a store, which I’ll leave nameless, I had weird dreams and nightmares. While visiting a similar store, Natural Vibrations, I told the cashier about my creepy experience. She said:
“You’re not the first person to tell me this. I have something to cleanse your room, but don’t bring stuff from them into your space again.”
Sure enough, the dreams went away that night. Although I come from a predominantly Christian family, I’ve never considered myself a religious person. Gospel music is my jam, the scriptures are inspiring, and I even slide into church from time to time (aka whenever I visit my aunt). However, I became the girl who only prayed when she “needed” something, and as I got older it became clear that I was entering the I’m spiritual, not religious life.
Why I’m Exploring My Healing Powers
It’s been on my to-do list for a year.
One of my 2016 goals was to learn more about chakras. Along the way, I reconnected with things like crystals/minerals and sage wands. Check out my awesome raw rose quartz and chunky pyrite from The Hoodwitch.
I’ve always believed in magic.
As a little girl, I would wish on the brightest stars for all kinds of things, including to wake up with magic like Sabrina the Teenage Witch. In my “adult” years, I’ve discovered things like the Law of Attraction and meditation. Those methods are more centered around self-awareness rather than glitter and wands, but they’re still magical.
While my aunts and mom were the “pray on it” type, they were also the clairvoyant + third eye on fleek type. I can bet money that there’s something in our blood. There are several stories I can tell that might give you goosebumps– like how my aunt saw the 1977 Tenerife airport disaster (deadliest plane crash in history) before it happened. Or how I sensed my nephew’s surgery the night before he was rushed to the hospital.
I’m not casting any spells or reading palms (yet), but I’m definitely tapping more into my spirituality. Have you explored your healing powers? What has worked for you?
There are people who hate football, merely tolerate football and for others it’s a way of life. I woke up this morning to about approximately 7845468787 texts, Snapchats, Facebook tags, and carrier pigeon messages about old Clempson Clemmy Clemson Clemsux, Dabo and the greatness of the ACC. For those of you who may not know my alma mater,THE University of South Carolina, is the in-state rival of Clemsux.See below for actual footage of my response:
But let’s back up, I’ve got some explaining to do.
I went to a small Christian private school from 1st – 7th grade. At one point we had a “competitive” basketball team. I was a cheerleader (We are Evangel and our mascot is the Warriors. Clap. Stomp. Snap.) and played volleyball. We even had homecoming, but it wasn’t enough to give you that real fan experience. High school football was never a thing for me. I went to an arts school where we didn’t have any sports, but we did have cheerleaders. I’m still scratching my head on that one. So besides watching NFL games with my Dad, I didn’t really get rivalries or understand why people were so loyal to teams.
A Fan is Born
My freshman year at THE University of South Carolina changed that. While I was accepted into UNC (the other Carolina) and Spelman and visited those schools, USC felt like home the moment I stepped onto the historic Horseshoe. I’ve tripped up and down those aged bricks, camped out at Russell House for football tickets with strangers (yeah things weren’t always electronic, kids), passed out from heat exhaustion at Williams-Brice Stadium and had the best tailgating experiences with friends, old men (for another time), strangers, and rivals.
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Now I love all Gamecock sports. I witnessed our baseball team bring us back-to-back national championships. Our women’s basketball team is phenomenal and will be bringing home a championship soon and our men have gotten really good under Frank Martin and allowed me to witness some awesome upsets of #1 Kentucky. However, let’s just stick to football. Being a Gamecock football fan has taught me about heartbreak:
I watched Marcus Lattimore, the heart of our team, and just an overall good person, get injured not once, but twice. The video still makes me cry.
This year we were crushed by Clemson 56-7, one of the biggest blowouts in series history.
Losing at Kentucky in 2012 and at Tennessee in 2013 when we would have won the SEC East.
Our 3-9 season last year.
Losing the SEC championship to Cam Newton and the Auburn Tigers. I really don’t like Tigers…any tigers.
I could go on, but you get it. However, I’ve experienced some some high highs as well:
Here’s my disclaimer. You’re either going to laugh at me at the end of this post or totally hate me for bringing back some repressed feelings of grief for fictional characters that you may have finally made peace with. My apologies. I read a lot and I watch a lot of TV. Because of this, I’ve got a lot of thoughts and feelings about fictional characters. I’ve shared a few of my fictional crushes, but I need to process some heavier emotions.
Raise your hands if you’ve ever grieved a fictional death?
Yup, I’m going there. On Sunday The Walking Dead gut punched me and countless others as they brutally killed off two amazing characters. One in particular hurt like hell. Glenn Rhee, the beautiful soul and father-to-be, who in my opinion was the true soul of the show was snatched from our screens. He managed to utter four beautiful last words to the love of his life and from the mass hysteria spreading across the interwebs you would have thought a real person died. I’ve read the comics and knew that Glenn was going to meet his fate. That didn’t make watching Denny Duquette Negan beat Glenn to a pulp any easier. But he’s not even, real!, you say. Uh, I know that, but he’s been gracing my screen for seven years. I’ve watched his character grow and evolve. Suddenly, he’s gone. Can’t a girl feel a sense of loss?
I’m sure every fandom has a few fictional deaths they’ll never let go of. Hell, I’m still angry at Rose for being selfish and not sharing that wardrobe door with Jack. Empathy and sympathy are phenomena we experience almost daily in our dealings with others, and they play key roles in the way we respond to fictional characters.
“These characters are an escape from some of the stresses of life,” he said. “Watching these shows allows you to decompress and not have to think about things for a little while. You’re exposed to different aspects of the characters’ lives — their losses, their loves and their own griefs, everything that goes into the human condition — and you eventually begin to empathize with them and form an attachment. We see some of ourselves in them.”
Because of these emotional bonds we form watching certain characters, it’s perfectly understandable that we mourn their loss when they die on a show, Rowney continued.
Let me start by saying this isn’t in any particular order and I’m leaving Glenn off this list.
1. Poussey Washington, Orange Is The New Black
Poussey’s death was spoiled for me because I had the audacity not to watch all the episodes the day they were released on Netflix. I hope you read that in the most sarcastic tone ever. However, it still hurt, especially with the recent deaths of black people by the hands of law enforcement.
2.The Young Ones, The Hunger Games
Primose Everdeen and sweet, innocent Rue. Lawddd why?! I know the tributes are going to die, but I closed my book/shutdown my Kindle when we lost little Rue. To make matters worse, Prim’s death is the reason Katniss chooses Peeta – which I wholeheartedly disagree with.
3. Jen Lindley, Dawson’s Creek
I became a puddle of tears watching Jen Lindley record a goodbye video for her daughter. Also, can we talk about the choice of having Sarah McLachlan’s Angel play during this scene- like we weren’t already suffering.
Dear John Green: The Fault In Our Stars was already sad then you riddled Gus with cancer and gave us this eulogy from Hazel.
“I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this. There is an infinite between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many days of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You have me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
9. Tris Prior, The Divergent Series
I’m still not convinced this death had to happen. Veronica Roth, get at me girl. I need to chat with you about this one.
If none of these fictional deaths registered with you shame on you I’m going to give you one more chance to prove you’re not heartless.
10. Mufasa from the Lion King
I hope the sadistic Disney writer who suggested this particular scene is proud of himself. I am 27 years old and Mufasa’s death is still one of the most tragic things I’ve ever seen.
Hmm, I may have to make a Part Two of this list. Which fictional deaths would you add to this list? Leave a comment below.
The life of a blogger isn’t perfect. However, sometimes a blogger’s social media presence will give off an illusion that it’s all amazing outfits, exclusive events, free products, latte art, perfect twist-outs and/or model-like messy buns. No. Just no. Don’t let some of these Instagram feeds fool you and don’t make those assumptions about the Palmetto Peaches.
Camera rolls will prove that what ends up on Instagram was likely take 12 of 15. Staged. We’re not all cranking out posts on Macs and making money off our E-books. Although, some bloggers are and we can’t knock their hustle. So here’s some thoughts on common blogger myths and stereotypes – Palmetto Peaches’ style.
Blogger Myths and Stereotypes
“People become bloggers because they want to be famous.”
Oh okay…We’re still waiting for our E! reality show offers to come in and our sponsorship from SheaMoisture. This blog began as a creative outlet and a way to start an online conversation with girls like us: supporters of coffee, liquor, laughter and sweatpants.
“Every blogger I see has an obsession with Starbucks, planners, and labels.”
We both have Gold Starbucks Rewards cards, but we also rack up bonus stars during challenges and hoard those bad boys for free coffees when out bank accounts aren’t looking too good. Yes, Donni has a planner obsession, but it’s because she’s on the spectrum for Type A aka Type Awesome. She’s been carrying around a planner since 5th grade so it’s not a “blogger thing”.
“Blogging can’t be that hard.”
Well let’s see. First we have to brainstorm about new content, write the content, create graphics, confirm that our SEO is on point, promote the posts, and respond to comments. Don’t forget that we’re also balancing work and social lives. Blogging, when done correctly, takes a lot of energy and a huge time commitment. It is fun, but it’s also hard work.
“You’rE a reporter…like a journalist. You have to write about whatever Is trending.”
While both of the Palmetto Peaches have degrees in journalism, that ain’t us. One of the first things we set straight before creating this blog was to avoid becoming entertainment or gossip bloggers. Nothing against bloggers who take that route (they’re actually some of favorites), but we knew early-on that our posts would be more about our lives and not other people’s.
“Bloggers are self-involved.”
Not going to lie, there are some situations where we’d rather be locked away with our computers and cameras than deal with the real world–but we aren’t self-involved. Bloggers usually try to use their personal experiences to help readers solve a problem or discover a new passion. Yes, we occasionally rant and rave, but who doesn’t?
If you know us personally, what did you think when we told you we were starting a blog? Bloggers, what are some myths and stereotypes you hear?