Yep, I was once a service crew.
It was a fun job if you’re in the kitchen – away from picky and entitled customers.
People used to make fun of us especially them rich kids. So much so that I developed a disdain against rich kids and rich people in general.
Admittedly, that’s one of my prejudices. I usually assume that if you’re rich, you must be a douche-bag; and that you have to prove otherwise before I become friends with you. (But of course, I’m working on fixing that).
Coming from a working class family, it was hard for me to believe that well-to-do people genuinely care for the poor. We’ve had rich relatives who never even bothered to check on us when we had no electricity, water, nor food to eat. It’s not like I’m saying that when you’re poor, you’re immediately entitled to be helped but hey, a little help would have been great.
As I grew older, I avoided fraternizing with the upper class. People would ask, are you anti-rich? And I’d say, no not really.
What I abhor are people who are in a position to help but refused to do so. On the contrary, I admire well-to-do people who go out of their way to help others (but not all because sometimes their motive is suspect). Much more, people who have less but give whatever they can.
When I became a lawyer, I just knew that I have to be that kind of lawyer that I admire back in the days when we were struggling. I don’t have to be the smartest or the most prominent. I just want to be one of the most judicious and moral.
I’m posting this here as a reminder to my future self of the ideals that I am establishing my career on and that I came from humble beginnings.