My brother is a career waiter in his early 40’s. He has worked at some big-ticket joints in NYC and currently is at Foxwoods in one of the celebrity chef restaurants. He probably makes, in a good year, 75K, and a bad year 60K.
Good money, right? That said, it is not easy work, it’s exhausting.
On your feet, constantly moving, no 15 minute breaks twice a day, no hour for lunch, on your feet moving 10 hours a day. Anyone who has had to stand and move at work, factories, the trades, etc., knows how much it starts to wear your body down. Then add the no breaks-no real lunch factor, and then add 2-3 hours over the standard 8-hour work day, every day.
Still sound easy?
How about working nights, including both weekend nights, and not getting home until 2 or 3 AM? Not that hard in your 20’s, but in your 40’s? With infants at home who don’t sleep through the night? And an exhausted wife who needs your help in the morning? Not easy at all.
It kicks your ass after a while is what it does. Sure he could work weekday lunches and have more time at home, but there goes the money. Where it’s at money-wise is nights, especially Friday/Saturday/Sunday.
On top of all that, add any horror stories these boards alone have related about working retail, and remember that the higher the amount being spent, the amount of straight up entitled assholes and narcissists you have to deal with, for 2-3 hours at a time, gets a bit higher as well.
Add to THAT he is in a casino that until very recently was the largest, in money terms, in the world, and the proximity to New York and New Jersey (read: Guidos, and yes they do exist people, and a goodly few of them act just like the worst stereotypes you know), and having some hairy grandpa in a $5000 suit and $10000 worth of man-jewelry snapping his fingers at you and humiliating you because you didn’t get his $2000 bottle of Petrus from the sommelier fast enough, and does it still sound like easy work?
Fuck that shit people. No wonder he wants to be a school teacher. But he’s gotta support his family, you know? It’s a vicious cycle. I feel for the dude.
Kids, this is what happens when you chase your rock’n’roll dreams into your late 30s. Don’t let it happen to you!