A Part-time Job in A Restaurant

        Being a junior student who have gradually been bored with the regular school life, I started having a part-time job in a Thai restaurant being near to the university from this semester on. The owner of the restaurant is a couple; the husband is a Thai who has married with a Taiwanese and come to live in Taiwan for years. My job is simply making dishes plus sometimes helping out my colleagues to wash dishes and to clean the tables. Averagely, I only have to spend four hours there per week; therefore, it is not a burden, but even an escape from tiresome schoolwork for me. Also, I meet many interesting people from the job.

        The female boss, whom I call auntie, is a mid-aged chubby madam with somehow weird temper that is hard for others to predict. From my observation, she is a little mean to the customers. Whoever forgets to write down the table number on the menu or be too picky to the dishes may get nagging from her. Once, the boyfriend of my friend said he did not want to have onion in his dishes, the auntie, unexpectedly, started fiercely scolding on him, “why? Onion is good for health, especially for young people! How can you be so picky!” However, the interesting thing is that we always can see those students scolded by her coming again to have dinner a few days later. Though being mean to the customers, the auntie is nice to me and my colleagues. She gives me medicine when my legs are attacked by the vicious mosquitos and patiently teaches us what to do with the works. Her unstable attitude and temper really make me confused yet amused. And I know she will treat me well unless she reads the following confession.

        Whenever sharing the experience about my part-time job to friends, I always proudly describe myself as a divinely kind angel to customers because I always secretly give more to people whom I know such as classmates, and boys who are handsome in my eyes. I know that the restaurant owner has to mind the cost and profit, but it seems to me that auntie is sometimes too stingy to customers. Nevertheless, I am sincerely worried those students, especially those tall guys, cannot get full. Actually, showing bias through the dishes is not easy. While showing love, I have to also skillfully avoid being caught by auntie that the amount of food is unreasonably huge; thus, how to make a great amount of food to be in normal size is a crucial skill. The strategy is either sending out the dishes while auntie is busy at other things, having no spare time to take care of dishes I made or compressing the food as hardly as possible. Out of my complete love to my fellow students, I always recommend friends to visit the little but sweet Thai restaurant.