The tread marks are leaving a distinct pattern. I’m more invested in this job as a concept than almost anything else I’ve done. It just makes sense. People want good customer service and I’m there to provide it, within set limits. A jovial messenger, I deliver news equally whether good or bad. If the worst thing that happens to you today is not eating at a fancy restaurant on short notice, that’s a pretty good day. 

People that do eat there and then want to complain about it generally get directed to people above my pay grade.  We are the front lines against general bullshit and in return our manager keeps fan-hitting shit off our backs.  It’s the best arrangement I’ve ever experienced.  On top of that, I get the opportunity to help strangers set up special celebrations ahead of time.  Not only does this improve their experience at
SkyCity but I make a little commission.  I’m not selling anything they wouldn’t buy at the table normally and the reward is a more streamline experience for everyone.
A moral paradise!