Friendly's (entry 1)

At Friendly's, the restaurant where I've begun training to become a waiter for the summer, whenever I meet another employee, the get-to-know-you question seems to revolve around high school.

"So, is this your first day?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm hosting for three days," she says to me. "Then I'm beginning training to become a waitress."

"Really? That's what they had me do too! I started hosting last Thursday and today's my first day of training" I say. "You'll probably be training with Roslyn, she's training me tonight."

"Okay," she says, "I'm sure you'll turn out to be a great waitress...uhh, I mean, waiter...yeah."

"Yeah, I don't plan on getting a sex-change anytime soon. So is this your full time job or are you just doing this on the side?" I ask.

"Uh...what do you mean?" she asks.

"I mean, are you still in high school?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm still in high school."

"Where do you go to school? Minnechaug?" I ask.

"Yep, Minnechaug."

"Ah, I knew it! Practically everyone here's going to Minnechaug. I graduated from Minnechaug."

"Oh yeah?" she asks, intrigued. "When?"

"Oh, a while back, '01."

"Wow! How old are you!?"

"I'm 24," I say.

"Wow!"

This is pretty much the conversation I have with a lot of my coworkers, except switch the generic "I'm a hostess" stuff with generic "I'm a server, wow you're 24!" stuff or "I'm fountain [codeword meaning I scoop icecream], wow you're 24!" and you have me getting to know the entire staff.

And that was a snippet of my experience training to be a server at Friendly's. Note: the above dialogue was not made up, and was modified to a bare minimum.