I was the only employee at a wedding last night. Employee, well. It was a catered affair, self-service, and I was to show up specifically to keep the bar and hors d’oeuvre table stocked and looking good, and set up the buffet table for dinner. Also, pay some attention to the guests. Once the bride and groom were hitched and dinner was served, I also was responsible for the general clean up.
Yeh, the garbage.
I love this type of job though, for reasons I don’t need to go into. I happily milled about tending to things and chatting some people up, and the whole thing came quite naturally to me. The best part was I really didn’t do much at all, just enjoyed it. I did wind up doing more service at the buffet table than orginally planned though, but most certainly had fun serving and joking around with the guests.
Through the rest of the evening random folks were coming up to me thanking me and telling me how delicious the food was, as if I cooked it myself. I just agreed; nodding my head and smiling. I mean the food WAS good: racks of ribs and pork barbeque, brisket, mac n cheese, pickled beets, red skin potato salad and the rest! Why tell them I didn’t cook it?
So I worked, did my thing, got my pay, then I left.