I’ve never worked as a server. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated by those who do.
There’s something raw and revealing about life on the other side of the table — not just balancing plates and orders, but navigating a constant stream of human emotion. You meet everyone when you’re a server. The kind, the cranky, the confused, the entitled. Some smile and say thank you. Others act like eye contact is a personal inconvenience.
It’s easy to take that job for granted. But once you’ve really watched what a server does — how they juggle pressure, manage chaos, and still try to offer warmth — you realize it’s not just a job. It’s a crash course in human nature, resilience, and grace under fire.
