When a server meets their table for the first time the goal is to create a good repore and start a short term and reciprocal relationship (I bring food; you give me money) -- this is not an easy task. It can be sort of uncomfortable (depending on the table) and make a person do the most ridiculous things to break the ice. For instance, last week I gave my first table of the night double hand guns after getting their drink order, "Ya, I'll be right back with those!" - BAM DOUBLE GUNS! While walking towards the bar-well to retrieve the drinks I felt like the biggest ass; why did I just do that? I've never given anyone double guns before. Oh well, I was the random goofy server that night and it worked in my favor.
Sometimes a person has to deal with grumpy customers and try to help the table have the best time possible (even if they seem adverse to smiling). One time, Rachael had an extremely angry woman at her table and it just so happened to be the patrons 40th birthday. She decided to bring the birthday girl her drink of choice(a 9 oz glass of wine) because paying $11.00 out of her own pocket for that woman's glass of wine was better than enduring another 2 hours of her bad attitude. Luckily she shaped up. It's funny how buying someone a drink can completely change the way they treat you. And it was well worth it. It not only changed the tables' physical demeanour, it also paid off monetarily (pun intended).
Another weird experience servers have to deal with is 'your going to steal my boyfriend syndrome.' Some girls will look at female servers like the plague; like they're coming at the table with a giant net to take their boyfriend away forever. What gives ladies? No one wants your boyfriend just his tip money.
Most of the time when people ask for my name I make one up; it's kind of fun to be whoever you want. I've been Rihanna, Hilary, Louise, Storm, Lana and Nicole and let me tell you it is so much nicer for when those annoying tables beckon you from their seat, because guess what, your name isn't Louise (thank god)! Maybe I've been watching a little too much United States of Tara? I find it so unnecessary to know a servers name unless A: your a regular, B: you know them outside of work or C: They're a douche and will disregard your given name and call you 'Kim' or 'Gretchen' fulfilling their twisted server fantasy.
Our place of work is a special restaurant style pub where the dining room turns into a nightclub and 'drunkies' multiply as the night progresses. It is inevitable that at least one of the servers will not be able to shield their drinks as they try to navigate the rowdy crowd, meaning that losing control of a tray full of drinks is a common occurrence. At first I got these nails to feel a little more put together - only to discover their true function: stabbing people to move out of the way. And it works like a charm. Have you seen my nails?.