Wow, what a night! Not that I thought I would hate being a Hooters Girl, but I also didn't realize I would like it this much! Apparently all us rookies felt pretty much the same way. The veterans kept telling us, "Just wait until you've been here a month!" I will make sure to asses my experience within a month exactly to determine whether or not they're right...haha.
Anywho, I went in at 3pm...wearing my uniform under my street clothes and looking "photoshoot ready" as the Hooters Handbook says I should be during all my shifts. I had the fake eyelashes on, tons of hairspray, loads of makeups...the whole deal! I rushed into the dressing room, took off my street clothes, strapped on my pouch (already fully stocked with every color of Sharpie available), and made my way on out. This may sound cheesy but I felt pretty glamorous in my big hair and neon orange shorts! It also didn't hurt that a lot of the men in the room were staring at me...it made me feel a bit uneasy, sure, but gave me an extra boost of confidence as well! I wasn't expecting to get a whole lot of attention with all the other girls running around, many whom are rather gorgeous! So the fact that I had so many eyes on me made me feel good, not gonna lie!
By the time I got to the hostess' stand, I was fully pumped and ready! I was feeling good! Customers were coming in and I was giving them the best "Hi! Welcome to Hooters!" that I possibly could! Then, about 30 minutes later, I began to panic. Loads and loads of people started coming in! Oh man, I was running around like crazy trying to sit everyone down! Ever heard that expression "...like a chicken with her head cut off"? Well that was me!
I still don't have the seating layout down completely, so trying to sit all these people one after the other was quite a challenge! Not to mention that I also had to remember which waitress' section I sat when, because double-seating (or even worse, triple-seating) in the same section is a no-no! Why, you ask? Well it's quite logical, really: each waitress needs some time in between so that she can attend each table without neglecting another. It makes their work harder, and I definitely don't wanna do that!Five hours later, I finally caught a break; the influx of customers slowed down a lot. I was exhausted! On my feet, running around for five hours truly was exhausting! But at the same time, it was a good experience to have on my first shift. Two hours later Mr. Australia told me I could go home, so I headed to the dressing room to change into my street clothes, since we're not allowed to wear the uniform outside of the restaurant. While I was changing a couple of the veteran Hooters Girls walked in and asked me if I hated it yet, after realizing how busy and crazy it gets. I said, "No, I don't hate it all." And I meant it!
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