Call me Bruce Wayne

Back again with another blog and you are in for a good time.  So I'm not sure if we have to write about a job we have currently, but I am going to write about my experiences working as a busser at The Cheesecake Factory.  If you have read my blogs before you will know that I LOVE writing about this place because of how much stuff I went through here.  I can relate life to The Cheesecake Factory better than any other topic on the planet.  I want to write about how I would become a different person when I clocked in for my shift.  Like Bruce Wayne, I would become a different person when the sun went down (I worked mostly closing shifts).  The genre I would use at work would be different when I was at school.




After I'm done tucking in my shirt, tying my apron around my waist, and putting on my beautiful all black non-slip shoes, I clock in a walk out to a dim lighted restaurant.  As I walk around with a tray in my hand, my eyes are still trying to adjust to the all most pitch black restaurant (if you have ever been to a Cheesecake Factory at night you will understand how hard it is to see).  Out of the corner of my eye, I see it.  I see a dirty table.  I quickly jump into action to clean the dirty table and set it with new silverware for the next guest.  I do this for the next 8-9 hours until it is 2 A.M.  At this point, I have basically blacked out from exhaustion and I do not know how I am still walking.  Bellion, where are you going with this??? Well first let me say my genre while I worked was being a good worker.  To be a good busser I had To never say "no" no matter what the request was.  When I say I would smile for 9 hours straight, you better believe it because that what you gotta do in The Amazing Cheesecake Factory. I had to be able to remember each task I was asked to do. Now I had to learn this discourse throughout my time working there, but I slowly mastered it. It was challenging because when I would work I was literally in pain.  My feet were pounding, my legs were tight, and my shirt that was a size too small was drenched in sweat but I had to still put on that smile.  I had to keep my customer service voice sounding friendlier than a Disneyland worker. This is how I would be during my shift because there is a certain energy you need to have when constantly dealing with customers.  The only thing worse than customers though was a over powered minimum waged manager, but we won't get into that today.

The main identity I want to have when people read my blogs is that I am funny (hopefully).  You can tell by the way I write and the things I write about.  I try to not be conventional and stick to the norm when it comes to writing assignments.  I try to be as real as I can on here because the only thing worse than writing a blog is reading a boring one.  I hope readers enjoy what I have to say and can laugh at my life experiences.