"Work"

Your hands are steadily shaking and your knees are weak, sweat rolls off your perfectly combed hair and down your forehead as the blood flows to your face turning it red. You're standing at the entrance of the doors to responsibility, work. You enter the doors for the first time five minutes early; as you take one last deep breath you realize how scared you are of this new responsibility. You don't know any of your fellow employee's, and you can't seem to do anything right because you are to shy to ask questions. When you arrive home after what seemed to be the longest and most horrible day of your life, you tell your parents that you already want to quit your job. And after a long talk with your parents about responsibility and growing up, they convince you that the first days are the hardest days, so you decide to stick with it because you believe it will get better with time. For a lot of people this is how their first day of work went, and as time went on it got easier. In the poem "Patty's Charcoal Drive-In", written by Barbara Crooker, the main character is a girl who is going threw the experiences of her first job, which is that of a drive-in restaurant waitress. Her job started out difficult, but after the first few days it became much easier, and I believe that this is because she realized how much she enjoys serving the community. The way that she associates with her community is in a few simple ways; she puts food in people's empty stomachs', cleans up their trash, and is a friend to many.

One way in which the main character in this poem helps her community is by putting food in peoples' unfilled stomachs. What I mean when I say this is that she serves food to the community "I present each overflowing tray as if it were a banquet" (Crooker 4). "I take out the silver trays and hook them to the windows, inhale the mingled smells of seared meat patties, salty
ketchup, and rich sweet malteds" (10-12). Many people might not think of this as being a service to the community because it is her job to serve food, but if she didn't have this job who would serve them food? What many people overlook is the fact that not everybody knows how to cook, and not everybody has someone like a mom or wife at home to put food on the table. For many people it is their own responsibility to feed themselves everyday, and many of us don't eat the recommended three meals a day. Since not everyone can afford to eat at fancy restaurants, we eat at places like McDonalds, Burger King, and Patty's Charcoal Drive-In. And if it wasn't for places like this and the people that work there, some of us might not eat at all.

The second way in which this waitress is associated with her community is that she helps keep it clean, by picking up the trash left behind from her costumer's. "After the traffic dwindles down each night "We police the lot, pick up wrappers" (26). If she didn't pick up this garbage that is left behind by her costumer's, the wind would blow it throughout the community and after time it would stack up and become an eyesore to everyone. "This job's temporary as the summer sun, but right now, it's the boundaries of my life" (6,7). This example and the one of her picking up trash every night after work shows that she is dedicated and cares about her community, and goes out of her way to serve it, even though it's a temporary job she gives it one hundred percent effort. Very seldom will you see an employee of a fast food restaurant picking up the trash outside their restaurant, you might see them taking the garbage out of their restaurant to the dumpster, but never tending to the garbage in the parking lot.
The last way in which she associates with her community is by being a friend to the scores of people she serves each night. Many people don't realize it, but there are people who look foreword to seeing and visiting you at work; and like she says in the poem "…each night repeats itself, faithful as a steady date" (23,24) "Everyone knows what they want. And I wait on them" (19,20). Everybody needs a friend and someone to talk to. And for some people that person is her; the drive-in waitress, who with a friendly smiling face and "bouncing pony tail" (3) comes over to your car window and asks for "Your order please"(38). She isn't a microphone that you talk into and can't hear anything out of except "Would you like fries with that, and that will be $6.75 at the window." She is a real person and has a friendly face to talk to, and people enjoy that in an employee. I know that when I go to a restaurant to get something to eat I like the person to be friendly, energetic, and to at least act like they are happy to be there. When I leave a tip it's based upon the persons performance; so if she has a "purse fat with tips"(35), her customers must appreciate her friendly service.

Most people take their first job because they believe that money is power, and that it is essential to have a lot of it in order to survive; but as time passes we get wiser and realize that no matter how much your getting paid it's not worth it if you don't enjoy it. Money isn't everything, but happiness is. Having a job that you will enjoy and feel passionate about the rest of your life can bring you happiness, were money can only buy you material things not happiness. In this poem the waitress does a lot of things associated with her community like serving food to people, cleaning up trash, and being friendly to people. The only thing that she really disassociates with her community is how much it depends on her to do her job. This is known because she plans on quitting, which would leave the people who depend on her the most to have to find someone else to do the things she did.


Works Cited

Crooker, Barbara. "Patty's Charcoal Drive-In". Schwiebert, John E. Reading and Writing from  Literature. 2nd edition. Boston, MA: Houghton Mifflin 2001. 24


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