It’s interesting how an unexpected scent is the key to opening the doors of yesterday. Earlier today while cooking lunch I experienced such an amazing flood of memories. The trigger scent was that of ground beef being browning in a stainless steel skillet. This is a scent I smell often, probably too often, I’m not sure why it was today that it reminded me of the small café I worked in over 10 years ago. With those memories I was reminded of many faces forgotten and lessons learned.
Sheen’s was a small café located across from the High School. I consider it my first job. It wasn’t really my first place of employ; I actually worked at Pizza Hut for a few months first. So why do I consider Sheens my first “real” job instead of Pizza Hut? I guess the reason would be Moriah. You see at the young age of sixteen I started working at Pizza Hut, I received little or no training and I had no idea what I was doing. Thrown into the den of customers I had no discipline, no knowledge of what it meant to be a waitress. I assumed I was doing a good job simply because I was making a lot of money in tips. Looking back my being a tiny blond wearing too tight jeans probably had a lot more to do with my good tips than anything else. All in all I remember very little about that job, I learned little or nothing about anything. The girl assigned to train me had designated herself the party girl, needless to say she didn’t have much to teach.
A few months later I left Pizza Hut and started working down the street at Sheens. Within the first 10 minutes I had learned more than in the past few months at my previous job. The difference like I said was Moriah, she was a good friend of mine and a great example. In a detailed and disciplined manner she taught me every aspect of my duties, she showed me each and every thing I needed to know. She showed me how to hold the glasses and carry the plates. She taught me that no matter what was going on the food goes out first. She showed me how to make chocolate malts and how to count change, how to work hard and how to serve. Every thing expected of me was pointed out and I knew how to do it. Unlike my previous job I had been given instruction and expectation. I trusted her opinion and her expertise. She taught me how not only to be a waitress but to be a good one. While this doesn’t seem like much it proved pretty beneficial later in life. Not only did this knowledge help me in future jobs it has also helped me in my Christian life. The gift of learning to serve, of putting others first, these are things she taught me; things I should be practicing more often. Thanks Moriah.