The summer song, the bikini, the deckchair… Y the lament of the restoration businessmen for the lack of waiters. The classics are repeated, although the complaint intensifies season after season. As the crow flies, the difficulty in finding staff in a country hit by unemployment continues to amaze. But not everything goes.
Cascoporro overtime (not always paid), permanently exposed to the client (not always respectful), schedules incompatible with conciliation (or with anything), exhausting days and, above all, little projection of the future. Do all establishments treat their waiters the same? No. And the fact that there are places that respect their rights proves that it is possible. Or maybe not. Because, in many cases, the accounts do not come out. And the problem may not be with the waiters, but with the fact that there is a bar on every corner and businesses that are only viable if the workers are exploited. Like the great mansions that were once maintained thanks to the slavery of the servants. Inevitably, there is no other formula for balancing accounts than raise prices. Diabolical decision in the face of runaway inflation. There are no waiters another country model is missing. Another summer song.