Bussing Tables

I took on a second job this past week, one that is filled with hard work and lots of young people. It’s a friend’s restaurant, so while I can provide hard work and no drama, it is also a great way to earn a little extra cash and workout. Because I am getting a great workout from slinging dishes!

The kids that work there are probably no different than those I grew up with when I was younger. Although I seem to think that kids today grow up way too fast. It also reminds me how lucky I was to have parents that said don’t work while you are in high school. I didn’t have my first job until I graduated from high school and even then, it was as a Girl Friday for an orthodontist, not exactly backbreaking work.

It also underscores the small town mentality that is prevalent back home. There is one kid who, at 19, is expecting his first child in July. They scratch their heads with puzzling looks at why I moved away at 21. While many of friend has moved back or never left, saying it is a great place to raise a family, I still balk at that statement. I want to raise my hypothetical kids in a city. One that has something to offer them, to challenge them as well as allow them to learn that not everybody is kind. I got my first taste of this when I visited NYC for the first time. One night, some of my friends witnessed a priest being mugged right outside of our hotel. I was also made aware of how things are different in larger cities while heading to my internship in college. A funeral procession was coming down Briley and I made the mistake of slowing down, ready to pull off as a sign of respect. They don’t really do that in Nashville or at least on the main roads.

The kids talk of drinking and sex like that is a normal part of their lives. I just stood there in awe of how much they are missing out on. They act as if they are in their late 20s, saying things that they think will impress others. I wasn’t impressed nor was I convinced that they “get” the consequences of their actions.

I will be honest, I drank before I was 21 but it was an rare occasions. I was a late bloomer in a lot of areas. But I did have the guidance of a great friend who was a few years older that made me understand that you always have to be responsible.

A good friend of mine laments that she worries for her daughters and the pitfalls of temptations of growing up too fast. I told her that it is a case of being open and honest with them. To explain that there are consequences to their actions and not to be afraid to discuss those embarrassing issues, like sex, to them. A thirty minute, embarrassing conversation about sex is a whole lot better than being told by one of her daughters that she is pregnant.

As much as I would love to sit them down and tell them the truth, the things that I learned when I was younger, I know they won’t listen. The girls think that they are cute, provocative and alluring. The boys think they are macho. The 19 year old that is about to become a father, just shrugs it off, saying, my parents are your age. . . yep, they are and I can bet that if they had it to do over again, they would probably think twice about it. He thinks that knocking a girl up makes him a stud. I see it as a kid that is now forced to grow up quickly and realize that he is going to miss some of the fun that could have been because he has to support a baby on minimum wage.

So for now, I am going to bust my butt and bus those tables. Reminding myself that it is a great workout and a great way to fend off any cravings of pizza. And cringe every time I have to put on those ugly work shoes. . .


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

3 thoughts on “Bussing Tables

  1. But you know, these kids don’t have to grow up. I’ve seen it many times. Late teens, early 20 somethings get pregnant and their lives don’t change that much. Their parents, the new grandparents are there to babysit and often. The new mom and dad are still free to go out, party it up and act their age even with a kid at home. Let’s face it, we both know some adults who pull the same crap. It doesn’t seem to be a big deal to have a baby because they are not giving up as much as an older couple. They are lucky to have the grandparents at home. I’m not saying all young people have it like that but several I know personally do. They get to live at home so no rent, no bills except maybe a car payment and life is easy.

    1. Yep, I totally agree with you. But I do want to place part of that blame on the new grandparents. We were both raised to be responsible and at least with my parents, I was told that if I had kids, they were mine to raise.

      It just amazes me (and really, it shouldn’t) that some people just don’t get that there are consequences to their actions.

      I wish I had just their worries! Not really, for all the whining about the bills and such, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Unless it entailed me winning the lottery.

  2. It’s funny- I live near a large cemetary and see a lot of funeral processions here in Nashville and the majority of cars always pull over or at least stop while the procession passes. Maybe it depends on what part of town you lived in.

    The second job should provide lots of good blog fodder, that’s for sure!

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