Every server has their server dreams. Let me see if this sounds like anyone else’s.
I show up for work. Despite it being a very busy shift the last several weeks, we still only have two servers in the entire dining room. No busser, food runner, or even a host. The kitchen is on a different floor than the dining room and there is no dumbwaiter. As soon as the band takes the stage the room starts to fill. Five full tables is pushing it, but then an eight top comes in. Their drink order requires going to two bars on two different floors and praying that all the components of a hot tea can be found in one location. The kitchen is short staffed so I have to make all my own salads. The beer has to go down on a tray with a couple of hundred dollars worth of steaks and of course is served in a pilsner glass designed by people who felt martini shells were too stable. As one table leaves another happily sits at the dirty table and demands that it be cleaned immediately. Every time I turn around another bus tub is filled with dirty dishes. The other server’s tables are physically grabbing at me to order more drinks. Each visit to a table requires another trip to the kitchen located on the other side of the dining room, up the 16 stairs, halfway back through the building to clear a hallway, then two left turns. All for a little ranch dressing they can slather on their baked potato.
That isn’t my server nightmare. In my server nightmares I am usually naked. Most of the other parts of the story are remarkably similar to my server nightmares though.
That was a description of the shift I just finished.
My current server dream is that they will hire someone so I never have another shift like that.
Welcome to the economic recovery.