Two Working Girls and a Cat by myrrhluz
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Something a little different tonight. I was going through some of my mom's slides which she recently gave me and found this image. Perhaps not quite what came to mind from the title, but we were but girls and we worked hard. The most dissolute individual in this image is the cat. He was Rudy named after a friend of one of my sisters, who hated cats (the friend, not the sister). Rudy was an unfixed tom. He was the lord of all he surveyed, until he got a little too friendly with an inordinate number of feline hussies, and begin to have to fight a multitude of offspring. By the time of this picture he was getting a little worn around the edges. Being an unfixed tom, he was not extremely affectionate, but he would deign to let us pet him gently below the chin. If we picked him up, he would turn stiff as a board, with his legs held straight, and glare at us. But if I was alone in the house, he would come up and lay next to the door of my bedroom. He wouldn't look at me. His attitude was, "I don't know you exist" but there he would always be. Leslie and I used to walk around the block when we wanted to talk about something that we didn't want to talk about indoors. Rudy would follow us. If we stopped and looked at him, he would stop. He'd look at the trees, the mailboxes, the sky. "I am not following you." In this picture he is trying to convince me that he is the love of my life and needs nourishment.
Leslie and I had just come in from working at Howard Johnson's on the New Jersey Turnpike. Howard Johnson's on the New Jersey Turnpike was not a fun place to be a waitress. The customers were...irritable. They had reason to be. Unless they wanted to go off of the turnpike, and pay an appreciably greater amount in tolls, or had had the foresight to bring a picnic basket, they had the choice of Ho Jo's or being hungry. There was a guarantied 30 minute wait, while their kids tugged on their arms, screamed or whined, and while they could see a fair amount of empty tables. There were empty because Ho Jo's was a terrible place to work, (though by sheer volume you could make a goodly sum in tips) and the turnover was high. The management were required to give the waiting staff a break (15 minutes I think) during the shift. We usually got our break 15 minutes before the end of our shift. Occasionally, we got it as we arrived. The only time a waitress or waiter got it half way through their shift, was when they were found sobbing uncontrollably while putting dishes on the giant dishwasher that took up one side of the kitchen and belched out steam. I have found that people who have waited tables, tend to either be very critical of the waiting staff and tip poorly if they find fault, or they tip generously except if the waitress or waiter is unpleasant (which is rarely the case) I fall into the latter camp. Waiting tables is really hard work.
So here's to all the waitresses and waiters out there. May the cooks be speedy and competent, the customers civil and reasonable, and the tips bountiful.
Comments (31)
blondeblurr
First of all - let me say this, I agree with Rudy he wasn't following you - no,no,no - he was stalking you and he had found the soft spot in your heart for him. ... and secondly a few of us have tried our hands at waiting/waitressing (which is it?)in our younger days, and have also stories to tell - but yours do sound so much better told, then mine could ever be - you have the gift! BB