When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card. ">When I first came to the Class Act Restaurant , I felt overwhelmed by all the information that I was learning. I had never worked the "front of the house" in any position...so it was a completely new learning experience. We started with the basics. We learned to serve the ladies first, serve plates to the left of the guest, remove from the right, and how to properly set the table with silverware. It didnt sound so hard. I felt confident that I could be a good server.

However, on the first day of service I discovered that I was awkward, somewhat like a small fish who has left his familiar pond and entered the unfamiliar waters of the ocean. I had difficulty balancing my trays, speaking clearly, and remembering orders. After reading the guests comment cards from my first tables, I made it my goal to have a "perfect" comment card. My goal was to have only notes of excellence in regards to service. This, however, was a somewhat elusive goal to obtain as the Class Act diners are quite sophisticated and are sometimes stingy with their marks!

As time went by, I slowly learned the subtleties of being a good server, such as how to use tact, move gracefully around the dining room and multi-task to keep up with demands of our busy restaurant. By the end of the first half of the semester (the service portion in the Class Act) I transformed from that small fish at the beginning of the semester into a barracuda, constantly circling the dining room, searching for a table needing to be bussed, ice tea needing to be refilled or even someone who wanted to have a conversation. By the end of my semester at the Class Act I metamorphosized from a minnow into a barracuda. By the way, I did reach my goal and finally get a "perfect" comment card.