Life on the Lake

Summer is here and that means that my new job has started as well. I was broke for about 2 weeks from not working but now finally have an income. The job I have is unlike any other that I have had. The people, atmosphere and job itself are all a new experience.

When I drive to work it feels like I am driving to a different world. It feels like I am up north on the lake at some summer hot spot. And in a way, I am. My last couple shifts I have gotten there at noon and have left around 9 or 10 at night. As the evening comes to an end, the sun sets over the lake and people head out on their boats to go home. It almost feels surreal since I have not grown up in this type of environment.

It always makes my day when my tables say to me, "you are from around here, are you?" Duh. The giveaway could be that I don't sport designer sunglasses like the other girls. In fact, I don't wear any sunglasses since I broke my $5 pair from last summer. It could also be that I don't know any roads out in that area and have no clue how much it is to rent a boat on the lake.
The people that come out are one of a kind as well. Some break the stereo type but the majority of the people are exactly the way that I thought they would be. Little girls with coach shoes on, forty-year olds acting as if they were 21, and twenty-somethings blowing $150 on jag bombs and not even flinching when the bill comes. It's just how they grew up and I understand that, it is just not something that I am used to.
Many of the people who work with me also grew up in the area and have boats and huge houses and their parents money for when they are in a pinch. It is no big deal to them. Apparently Tuesdays or Wednesdays the crew heads out on their boats to chill together and enjoy the lake. I don't dare tell them that I have never been on a large boat and actually do not even know how to swim.
The different lifestyle is apparent and that is fine, but it's when people think that they are better than everyone else that gets to me. Most of the people I encounter are very nice and very generous but I have had a few run-ins with the worst.
One lady was at a table and everyone was ordering. She told me that her two kids would be coming in a few minutes and asked about the kids menu. I explain the three choices of a cheeseburger, corn dog or chicken strips. She ordered a cheeseburger and decided that the other child would not like any of the choices so she didn't order anything for him. Alright, cool. She wanted a coke and sprite for them. Ok cool again. I put in the order and when it came out I grabbed the two kids drinks. When I got over there, one kid was about 12 and the other was about 8. She was HORRIFIED that I have brought over kids drinks and demanded I grab new ones. Sorry but the kids were not there when I took the order. Whatever. I grabbed new drinks and when i got back, she was HORRIFIED again that her son had gotten the kids cheeseburger. She basically shoved it at me and demanded a regular size cheeseburger because this was unacceptable. I got him a new one and luckily the husband paid and tipped generously. It's no big deal and I will gladly fix something that is wrong but honestly, it is not the end of the world that your sons cheeseburger is a little bit smaller. I think he'll make it.
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