I AM still alive (albeit it's touch and go sometimes).
I haven't served in a while, but people still recognize me as a waitress. Isn't that weird? Little habits you pick up, like stacking plates when you're out to eat or wiping up messes without thinking about it. I still consider myself a server, even when I'm not working in a restaurant. It's my roots, it's in my blood. I have some leads on part-time work, but I have to be a little selfish and help myself before I get back to helping customers. I miss the work, and I miss sharing the stories!
Thanks for the ride, dear readers, and hopefully it starts up again in the near future!