It's mind numbing, one minute you're listening to country music on repeat then your key survival elements begin to deplete. No longer can you perform daily tasks. All you hear are muffled voices that eat away the inner ear. Only when you least expect it, your body convulses and you're expelled from the vegetable prison, released back into the hell you tried to avoid. Of course your angry wrath is cast upon the customers with your now permanent resting bitch face, giving the wrong impression. There's no escaping it. The joys of a hostess never cease to excite.
"We have about a 45 minute wait for a table"
"Ok, can you put my name down?"
"Yes of course. What's your first name? I'll just put it on the list"