Response To Lynda Hull's 'Night Waitress'
Comp.II
09-02-2013
Mrs. Davis
Would you like Neglection with that? Feeling your heart race within your body is the exact response I would get every time it was time for me to clock out and go home. After serving and trying to please every person that would come through those doors, it’s nice to know that the only person I’m worried about pleasing at the end of the day is myself. In the poem, “Night Waitress” by Lynda Hull, the author describes in great detail the thoughts and indirect feelings of the hard working waitress to which I can relate to; because she describes some of the duties and instincts a server must bear. In this essay I will compare my feelings of neglection to those of the female waitress in the poem and how we relate our jobs to one another.
When I first started to work as a waiter, unexplainable excitement ran through my whole body but with time, the job I was so eager to work at, started to dim down and became a bother. When being a waiter it can always go two ways, either people notice your hard working or they don’t care and take advantage of the situation instead. For example in the poem in line 12 it says, “They don’t see me. I bring them cups,” to which I share the mutual thoughts to because when I use to be a waiter, I would go and bring my customers …show more content…
An example of this would be lines 34-37 when the waitress describes the indoor environment as, “only another white square waiting to be filled like the desire that fills jail cells, the old arrest that makes me stare out the window.” When I read this in the poem it just painted the image in my mind and reminded me of how I felt when I would be working late night wanting to go home especially when the customers would walk in to order in the last minutes of the restaurant being
09-02-2013
Mrs. Davis
Would you like Neglection with that? Feeling your heart race within your body is the exact response I would get every time it was time for me to clock out and go home. After serving and trying to please every person that would come through those doors, it’s nice to know that the only person I’m worried about pleasing at the end of the day is myself. In the poem, “Night Waitress” by Lynda Hull, the author describes in great detail the thoughts and indirect feelings of the hard working waitress to which I can relate to; because she describes some of the duties and instincts a server must bear. In this essay I will compare my feelings of neglection to those of the female waitress in the poem and how we relate our jobs to one another.
When I first started to work as a waiter, unexplainable excitement ran through my whole body but with time, the job I was so eager to work at, started to dim down and became a bother. When being a waiter it can always go two ways, either people notice your hard working or they don’t care and take advantage of the situation instead. For example in the poem in line 12 it says, “They don’t see me. I bring them cups,” to which I share the mutual thoughts to because when I use to be a waiter, I would go and bring my customers …show more content…
An example of this would be lines 34-37 when the waitress describes the indoor environment as, “only another white square waiting to be filled like the desire that fills jail cells, the old arrest that makes me stare out the window.” When I read this in the poem it just painted the image in my mind and reminded me of how I felt when I would be working late night wanting to go home especially when the customers would walk in to order in the last minutes of the restaurant being