The side effects may include;

So, while this would be a perfect time to be thinking career, and goals, COVID and our respective institutions of learning have other plans. With our lives put on hold, you may think to make a quick buck or two in an industry that does not require you to have too much experience, and where the pay is not too bad.

So, if you are thinking to take up waitressing, at a high-ish end restaurant, so as to combat the boredom, and save up enough money to spend on series, the side effects may include;

• Being hit on by a very married janitor at the end of your very first shift, who also potentially took stuff from your bag, because you spot a familiar something on him a few days later. (and imagine what his wife has on.)

• Turning up terribly late for your five am shift, to find the entrance locked (and the other too far to walk to), and having to jump over the gate, and risk both pulling something (you don’t work out), and being caught astride the gate (you, a whole babe?) Anything at this point, is better than being late.

• Having to spend the time you’re off work (yes, all of the five minutes) revising the menu, because you have an exam in the morning about what breakfast meal you’d recommend a lactose intolerant, non gluten eating, diabetic child on a vegan diet.

• Having the managers turn the floor into battle of the waitresses because they just introduced new items on the menu that they’re paying you to convince (some poor unsuspecting) diners to buy. Suddenly you’re throwing hands over a turmeric celery mango smoothie.

• Being proposed to by a customer in front of his wife. (I know)

• Getting an order wrong (which would cost the restaurant a bit of money), having the manager pull you aside and shout (very wetly) in your face about it, then having the waiters who were on lunch break fist bump you because they just had chicken pasta for lunch.

• Having a random (very persistent) customer wait for you at the end of your shift (at midnight), ducking into the shadows when you spot them, pulling some spy moves till you finally get onto your jaj, and shouting for them to ‘Go! Go! Go!’

• Having your crush walk in and sit at your station. Now you have to walk up to them and ask for their order in a uniform that’s two sizes too big.

• And after months of limping (from spending eleven hours each day on your feet), around a hazardously polished floor, having the manager scream at you for resigning, after he repeatedly told you at least twice everyday, ‘If you want to leave, the door is always open.’

(Disclaimer: As told by a fairly reliable source.)