I love my job. I make sure every table is clean, run food, polish the silverware and glassware, fill the water bottles, bring ice to the bar and do anything else nobody else wants to do. I am the only busboy and I make sure the servers do the least amount of "my job" as possible. According to the servers, my job is demeaning and they are better than to have to do it themselves. When I am not present the servers have to do "my job," so when I am present they immediately remind me how desperately I need to bus and clean the tables.
I also do the dishwasher's job because he doesn't know how to do his own job properly. After he washes the dishes he is supposed to put them away, but he can't even organize coffee saucers from side plates, so he obviously doesn't have the know-how to put them away. Because of his incompetence, he complains to me through the night about how the plates are stacking up, even though he is sitting on his ass waiting for me to half-fill the dish racks so he can waste time and space by running every rack at the same time, instead of waiting for each rack to get full and running them one at a time.
I work hard because I take pride in what I do. I want people to look at me and know that when I say I will do my job that I will do it. The amount I get paid at the end of the night doesn't change the approach I take to my work. I don't enjoy doing everything required of me and certainly don't enjoy doing everybody else's work as well, but the challenge drives me, fuels me. My job is hard, fast and both mentally and physically exhausting, but the sense of self-reward makes it all worth it; so much so, that I love my job.
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