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GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE
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| Guest post by: Deborah Kimmett |
Article Overview: I could just tell by the look of them they were going to be difficult. There were going to want to split their meals, order a half salad, half French fries. They were the type that when they ordered a strawberry sundae it they would make some ridiculous request for a dab of whipping cream. Not a dollop. And God help her if one of them orders a milkshake. She’d be at the milkshake maker up to her elbows in chocolate ice cream.
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GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE
WAITRESSING BUILDS
CHARACTER
The other day stopped in this mid sized café for a small
snack and was admiring the cheeriness of the teenage waitress cleaning up the
booth beside me. She made eye
contact, wasn’t sullen and chatted to me about saving up for university.
Then all of a sudden she looked out the window and stopped
talking. Her face darkened. She
held her cleaning rag in mid swipe. It was as if she’d seen aliens land on the
sidewalk. I turned quickly to look
and saw something far worse than green skinned men with probes.
There in the parking lot was a bus.
A bus can strike terror in the most experienced waitress’s
heart. And this was not just a busload of tourists taking pictures. It was a
busload of tourists taking pictures and wearing red hats.
She looked at me. I looked at her. And then she blurted out,
“I’ve never served an entire bus before.”
I wanted to warn her, say the next hour is going to be
brutal. You have to be prepared for the chef to go mental. Good chefs are like
purebred dogs that way, a little high strung. I wanted to say, breathe. A bus load of customers descending is kind of like giving birth, Once they
barge through that door you can’t turn back. It’s damn the torpedoes and every
man for himself.
I could just tell by the look of them they were going to be
difficult. There were going to want to split their meals, order a half salad,
half French fries. They were the type that when they ordered a strawberry
sundae it they would make some ridiculous request for a dab of whipping cream.
Not a dollop. And God help her if one of them orders a milkshake. She’d be at
the milkshake maker up to her elbows in chocolate ice cream.
See, I knew what was going to happen because I was a teenage
waitress.
And a twenty-year old one.
And a twenty-nine year- old one.
When I was sweet sixteen, I heard there was a waitress job
at the Wayfare Restaurant in Napanee.
I was the oldest of six kids so I was used to waiting on people hand and
foot and thought if I was going to be screamed at I might as well be paid for
it. Plus you got tips. Tips irked my grandmother. She had
gotten it into her head that only hookers got tips. Who knows why she thought
this. Perhaps because she thought it was a service industry. I don’t know. The
only similarity to the ladies of the night and me was we worked about the same
hours. Five pm- three am.
Customers ran us off our feet, but there was something far
worse than being busy. It was when it was slow. Then you had to look busy. Restaurant managers and
mothers are a lot alike that way. They can’t stand it if you’re sitting around
enjoying yourself on their dime. During the lull they would make you d exciting
jobs like clean the lids of the ketchup bottles.
But being a waitress built my character.
Or in my case it built all my comedic characters.
People didn’t tip automatically like they do today. It’s
like Halloween. It’s called trick or treat, but lets face today the kids don’t
have to do a trick. You can stand there and do nothing and you still get a mitt
full of candy bars.
But when I started out you had to work hard to get a tip. At the Wayfare, the
bars would close and my section was swarmed with obnoxious drunk people. Okay
lets not mince words. Obnoxious drunk relatives. Relatives that seemed to think
it was hilarious to put the sugar container upside down and have the sugar
spill all over the booth. Week after week it cracked them up and they gave me
no money.
That’s when I created the character, Vera. I started chewing gum and talking like
a woman from Kaladar. I had more nerve as Vera. I told my cousins I wouldn’t
serve them until emptied their pockets of all spare change. They did and
insured proper service.
After that job, I went west to waitress at the Lake Louse CP
hotel. There I developed a fake
British accent. A snotty Cynthia character. I found people would believe almost
anything you said if you said it with a mid-Atlantic accent. I would tell many
a Japanese tourist. “Yes, the mountain there weighs 500,000 tones. The lake has
13 million gallons of water. They took my picture and stuffed my apron full of
Japanese Yen which paid off my hefty student loans.
When I moved to Toronto, to be actress I said I took
waitress jobs so I could have time to audition. But I starred in more restaurants
than shows.
First, I worked at Smokey’s Bar and Grill across from the
Maple Leaf Gardens. I was good time Judy there, the jokester. One customer
actually asked me “ What is this cockroach doing in my soup?” As a comic and as a waitress you wait years
to give the response, “The backstroke!”
Then I worked at vegan restaurant. I found crying works with
herbivores. And I started being able to well up on demand. I pretended I had
been a soap opera star.
Then there was the reggae place where I got dreads. Which
was what I was filled with having to work until four in the morning. In the blues music café I worked at I
started smoking French cigarettes and dating musicians who played reed
instruments.
At the Duke Of Wellington I cultivated a Cockney accent so
when Footballers lifted me up and tried to guess how many stone I weighed, I’d
say “ Blimey mates! Now put me down before your kidney pie’s getting cold.”
At twenty-nine I cut the waitress apron strings for good and
got full time work as an actor playing a waitress.
I wanted to pull her aside and tell her my war stories. But
waitress stories are kind of like childbirth stories. Best left untold.
As I sat there I watched her in action. When the customers
changed their order three times she smiled and asked them how their trip
was. When they talked about their
gout and plastic stomachs, she heated up their consommé to just the right
temperature. She laughed at their jokes, which trust me weren’t funny. And she
delighted in giving them separate bills. She did it all with her county accent
and no one tear fell on her cheeks.
It was a very unique character. A waitress that believed the
customer was always right. That providing good service with a smile was a
given. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. In fact I was bowled over by her
performance I laid down a twenty-dollar bill and said in my best mid-Atlantic
accent, “Brave dahling. Bravo.”
Article Tags: CUSTOMER SERVICE, HUMOR, NUMBER ONE WAY TO GET TIPS
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About the Author: Deborah Kimmett RSS for Deborah's articles - Visit Deborah's website This funny woman is every H.R's manager's dream. She knows that human beings are what makes for good business. For 25 years, she was associated with the famous Second City as an actor, teacher, and mentor. She was one of the four architects of their Corporate Training Program and then in 2001 formed her own company Wit With Widsom. She is a brilliant and hilarious communicator who does keynotes, workshops and interactive seminars. For a small team building session or as a way to kick off your next big corporate event Deborah can be funny then motivational then act as your emcee. She is a dream come true for any event planner. Ms Kimmett has trained thousands of business people to deal with Change, Communcation, and Creativity. You will learn how to stay flexible, networking skills and how to take risks in the moment. Ms Kimmett appears regularly on CBC television at the Winnipeg Comedy Festival and is a veteran of The Debaters, for CBC Radio One. She is an author of eight plays and the book Reality is Over Reality. Click here to visit Deborah's website THAT WHICH DOESNT KILL US WILL MAKE US FUNNIER Kissing and Networking Do they mix Gossip is in the Ear of the Beholder Dating and Working Online Learning to Put Your Oxygen Mask on FIrst |
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