Kindness Is Greek To Me

, , , , , | Right | February 22, 2021

I work in a family-owned Greek restaurant. I’m not quite sixteen and this is my first job. After a few months of work, I can generally handle most tasks, such as filling drinks, making salads, and taking phone orders.

It’s been a stressful shift so far. My boss — an old Greek lady — is micromanaging everything she can. I already struggle with anxiety, especially when taking phone calls, but it got so bad that I was on the verge of tears at one point.

The phone rings while I’m trying to fill drinks, so I have to stop and rush over to fix it.

Me: “Hi, this is [Restaurant]. How can I help you?”

Caller: “Hi, I’d like to place a to-go order.”

Me: “Absolutely, what can I get you?”

Caller: “I’d like a Greek salad with extra sauce and pita bread. Do you guys still have anchovies?”

Me: “No, sir, I’m sorry. Anything else for you today?”

Caller: “Um, how about some spaghetti with meat sauce? Oh, and an extra toast. With lots of butter and seasoning on that.”

Me: “Absolutely, sir. Will that be all today?”

Caller: “Yes, it will. Y’know, I have no idea how people like you put up with us idiots and still manage to be so cheerful. It’s a blessing.”

I’m speechless.

Caller: “Thank you so much. It’s so nice to hear a happy voice.”

Me: “No, thank you, sir. Can I get your name and phone number, please?”

The caller gives me both.

Me: “This is [Restaurant], next to [Store], and your order will be ready in ten minutes. Thank you!”

I had a smile on my face for the rest of my shift.

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