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(Introduction Paragraph) As a single mother, I balance school, apartment, and child. Not only must I take care of all these elements in my life, I also must pay to see that they work smoothly, and that’s not easy. With limited skills now, I work as a waitress at Carmella’s Restaurant. Waiting tables is hard work. (The last sentence, “Waiting tables is hard work” is the thesis statement. It’s the main point or claim of the essay. The rest of the paper will support this statement be providing specific examples.)

(Body Paragraph #1) First, it’s physically demanding. I am on my feet for eight hours every workday, rushing here and there with plates loaded with steaming hot lasagna and pizza stacked up my aching arms. Carmella’s is a small place, and there are no waiters’ assistants. I must set the tables and clear them all by myself. When I first arrive for my shift, I must fill the salt and pepper shakers and the grated cheese bowls. Afterwards, when the day is over, I sweep and mop the floors.

(Body Paragraph #2) Waiting tables is emotionally demanding too. I must put up with impatient and rude customers and cope with temperamental chefs. Last week I served a woman who ate half her plate of spaghetti before she decided that she didn’t like the sauce and wouldn’t pay for it. Later that day, I served some high school kids who ordered an anchovy pizza and then complained that the milk they were drinking was too salty. They demanded replacements! One man with a crooked grin insisted that his veal parmigiana wasn’t veal at all. “Tastes like chicken,” he said gruffly.

(Body Paragraph #3) I apologized and replaced each customer’s orders, only to meet the roars of Alfonso, the chef. “There’s nothing wrong with the pasta! I made the marinara sauce to order,” he screamed. “And that guy wouldn’t know veal from chopped liver!” The owner Carmella stood by glaring. “This is costing me a fortune!” she snarled. She followed me out to the dining room to speak with the customers, but she got no satisfaction. Fortunately, many of my tables seemed to be enjoying themselves as they passed around baskets of garlic bread and chomped on mozzarella sticks.

(Conclusion) It’s not the hard work I mind. After all, hard work is what helps you ultimately fulfill your dreams. But civility goes a long way in making an unpleasant job tolerable. I teach my daughter that good manners are essential for a good life."