I've always made new year resolutions, this year is different

I am torn into pieces. Suspended somewhere between disbelief and true heartache. I don’t know how to come back to normal. I don’t know where normal is. A riptide of grief I can’t loosen from.

You'll often hear people lamenting how everyone should work in a restaurant at least once. I agree with this whole heartedly so I wanted to share some of tips on how not to be an asshole while dining.