I’ll miss you, Texas Roadhouse

In May of 2013, I began my serving job at Texas Roadhouse. I almost didn’t get hired because the manager thought I was too quiet for the environment of the restaurant. I was shy and timid and a terrible interviewee, and came dressed in business attire which the hiring manager quickly commented was unnecessary. His habit of commenting on my work attire has never faltered in the four years I’ve been working for him.

I was intimidated when I first started the job. The place was crazy busy and all of the girls I worked with were beautiful. I watched hours of YouTube makeup tutorials to learn how to do my makeup for a serving job because of those girls. The managers were loud, crazy, and a little scary, so I just tried to stay away from them unless I really needed their help for something.

I don’t think I really even spoke much to anyone for the first three months of the job. I came to work, made some money, did my closing jobs, and went home. This changed eventually. Turns out all those outwardly beautiful girls were equally as pretty on the inside. I made true college friends for the first time in my life; I finally had a group I fit in with. My new friends showed me it’s okay to just be myself. Turns out there are people in this world who appreciate endless sarcastic sass and can dish it right back to me.

In the countless hours of working together and drinks after work, I made strong connections with some of my coworkers. There’s really nothing like work friends. They understand you on a level some people just can’t. I’ve lived with a few coworkers and have loved them all. Waitresses are the best roommates ever. They’ll wash your hair for you if you have a bad hangover and have to make it to your double by noon (yes, noon is early sometimes) or do your dishes when you forget to for the millionth time. I also met my best friend in the whole world at Texas Roadhouse and for that I am forever grateful.

As the years have gone by, my first roadie friends have moved on to bigger and better things. There have been new roadies, but none will compare to the originals. As the staff changes, so does the restaurant, and I often miss how it used to be. But there is one thing that doesn’t change about this restaurant. We are a big (somewhat cult-ish) family. We work together, complain together, laugh together, party together, and most importantly, we are always there for each other to lean on.

Somewhere in my four years as a roadie, I’ve transformed from the shy, timid little girl who could barely last in an interview into a confident young woman. I can’t even put into words how different I feel about myself now than I did four years ago.

My service manager told me once that when I first started, he didn’t think I would last. Joke’s on you, TK. Roadie 4 lyfe.