Serving Doesn't Make You a B*tch

Does it?

Sometimes I get that feeling when a seriously strange looking customer stares at me as if I am a steaming  French lady in a burlesque club that is about to perform a striptease. Well, I am not saying I wear fancy sexy dresses like what you see in the videos you watch during late nights (peace!) but you know that feeling when a customer comes in and he looks at you with hungry eyes and forgets why he was at your restaurant in the first place cos you obviously took his breath away! Hahaha! Sounds like Helen of Troy is now a lowly waitress!

I have watched a lot of movies that portray waiters and waitresses who has hidden agendas with their customers - these are strangers who happen to come by the restaurant to grab lunch or perhaps have a cup of latte while waiting for a certain person to meet. I hate it when the part comes when a customer asks for something that is not in the menu (which happens in real life!) or the part when the customer complains the food was bad but he has already eaten more than half of the serving and deliberately asked for a discount, in some cases, rude customers doesn't even want to pay after careful examination of the food being served and the fault wasn't from the restaurant's side.

But you know what bugs me even more? It's when a customer comes in, a sexy waitress presents the menu, they smiled at each other and the next thing you will know is that they will be at the restaurant comfort room making love with each other! This is one common thing that I noticed in some movies. I don’t know if you have noticed that but I guess this scenes are creating a general impression that we are in some ways associated or kind of act like whores { only differences are we wear aprons and we get bigger tips} in the Food and Beverage Industry. Is it just me or many of you guys here have felt already that?

Just a couple of hours ago at work, there were three guys who dropped by the shop and sounded like drunk. Their eyes were barely open, called my name as I presented the menu.They wanted three black tea with mint and asked me how much. I told them the bill amount but the other guy laughed as he was talking with the other two in a language I didn’t understand. The guy said: “No, not the tea. You, how much?” and all three of them laughed as if I was a cheap poor thing under auction as they simultaneously took their money from their own pocket. I just smiled and still told them their total bill. “Can you come with us in our hotel? It is just around the corner. Let’s have some fun” said the guy who was wearing a black leather jacket {in this humidity!}. “No sir, I’m good. I’m still at work.” I politely answered. They were talking to each other as they put an incredible amount of sugar in their tea. They even asked me what time I get off from work and they would sit their to wait for me. I didn’t pay them any more attention as another customer came in. I don’t have time to babysit all three spoiled teenagers who seemed to have tasted alcohol for the vey first time. I shook my head as I went on with my work. How could I have served these three guys green tea with mint when they asked for black tea? Never mind, they’re gone anyways!


Just when I was walking towards home at four in the morning,  a huge car came following me down the alleyway with loud music playing in the car stereo and there were like four guys inside looking at me with amusement in their eyes.They asked for my name and mobile number, they wanted to drop me home, they wanted me to talk to them over a cup of coffee. I didn’t say any word, I just wanna lay down my bed and sleep. It’s been a long night at work. 

To all the people out there like me who waits tables, I would like to tell you that no matter how low our reputation is, no matter how small our salary is, no matter how much sh*t we need to take from our customers, I would like to congratulate you being the good guy - for being able to carry those large heavy brown trays for the entire shift,  for being calm and patient even if the customers are arguing with you, and for being able to finish one long shift without any flaws, bad service, and or flirting with hidden agendas. There was this phrase that I have read somewhere and it goes like this:



“I think people should all, in some point in their lives, experience working in a restaurant or cafe. Because it teaches you something that most people lack: the ability to stay calm and patient no matter how much sh*t you need to take in from your customers."

Yep, still a waitress!

Hey there, 

Yas! you! Y-O-U!!! So how have you been? If you’re gonna ask me, well,  I’m afraid I’m gonna be using this whole post to tell you how the hell I’ve been. So how long was it,  three years? More or less.  Anyways, the last time I made this blog was about three years ago and I named it Angel:The Seductress blah blah blah which obviously didn’t create any sound in the social media because there was nothing so interesting to read here anyways. I decided to create this to have my own world where I make all the rules and just be my self and express my feelings and thoughts - things that even my best friend wouldn’t understand. So yes, I was a frustrated writer back then and I have posted a  lot of stories [ I dreamed of becoming a successful novelist!!!! ahemm] which never ended either I lost my interest in writing it or I just didn’t have the time to write. And now I am opening this site again cos I have been recently lonely and bored and remembered this blog and thought maybe I could try again uploading blogs with a different approach. i even renamed it “Diaries Of A Clumsy Waitress” which I originally made a story about a seriously fucked up newbie waitress and how she dealt with life in a fucked up city. [It is still available in Wattpad in case you wanna read it-- and it still ongoing!] I thought maybe I could write everything that I think is funny, worthy of reading, or anything that could help you understand the way some people like me lives, just in case you wanna know! There is nothing interesting or special but I guess if you open up your mind and heart and understand how other people feel and think, perhaps you can help me change the world. So, are we friends now? I think that is a yes! 

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Okay so my name is Angel, everybody calls me Angel so just stick with it cos trust me, you don’t wanna know my real name! {Laughs!} I just turned 25 last month and I hated it. Who wants to grow older??? I mean,  you know, growing up means bigger responsibilities, bigger expenses, bigger mistakes [which seemed to be less serious when you were still younger] and a whole lot of things that make life harder and challenging. In other words, life gets more complicated when you get older! I have been in Dubai for almost three years now, obviously forgotten everything that made the old “me” 3 years ago. Back then, life was so easy. You don’t need to be born rich to enjoy life. My dad was a farmer and mom takes care all four of us - children while my two older sisters were here in Dubai working for our dreams to come into reality. Christmas of 2012 when my eldest sister gave me a present for the holidays- a chance to tour Dubai. Going to Dubai has never been in my wishlist, hell I would rather go to Las Vegas or Amsterdam if I got the chance, right? 

Okay, I know this looks so funny and may in some way appear to be very offending to other people but yes - that was me when I first arrived in Dubai. January 25th, 2O13. I know, I can’t even recognize myself in the photo. Admit it, we have photos - old ones that we didn’t expect that was how we really looked like back then! 


I was working in a highly respected Outsourcing company in the Philippines when I was forced to leave because my sisters were having their vacation and my evil boss didn’t grant me my request for temporary leave from work. I didn’t know my sister has already planned for my future. So there, I have finally arrived in Dubai after almost 9 hours of flight from Emirates Airlines! {YASSS!} It took me another two more hours to suck everything in. I mean, I was used to mountains, muds and stuffs like that then all o a sudden all I see was skyscrapers, people of different races, women veiled in long scary black traditional dresses, men in plain white robes yet utterly even scarier by the way they look - scary- not in a negative way, but for you who would see this in the first time, in a foreign place, in a place where you don’t know anything, it will scare the hell out of you. Culture shock as most people say. 

Fast-forwarding, this will be my third year in Dubai working as a waitress [I prefer the word waitress so please don’t argue with the gender corrections- my rules, remember?] and I couldn’t believe I have been here for so long. Everything has changed. Physically and mentally. I have met a lot of people who walk from different paths of life that I never expected to meet. I have learned a lot from them, discovered new things, found and lost {eventually} L-O-V-E, made amazing new friends and have collected beautiful memories both good and bad that I will surely cherish and remember when the time comes and I will  be sitting in a wheelchair and trying to color my now-white hair back into black or burgundy! {LMAO}

So much things have changed and I hope I would be able to tell these things with you! I’m so excited to tell you everything that I have gone through. I feel blessed and forever be grateful for amidst all the pain and hardships in life, here I am still surviving. This is me now... -the clumsy waitress!






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