Pick up the lobsters. Buy some prosecco. Make the salad. Boil the corn. Serve the oysters. Refill the drinks. Clean up the plates. Present the main course. Refill the drinks. Clean up the plates. Refill the drinks. Bring out the macaroons and coffee. Wash the dishes.
You Saved my Life. Those 4 words make all the difference. As a Tasker, I execute the projects, tasks, and chores that my clients are unwilling or unable to do. I’ve delivered gifts, waited in line, helped with moving, and assembled furniture. With over 100 jobs completed in the past year, I’ve seen my fair share. This past weekend I took my first bar-tending job for a dinner party for 30.
My introduction to alcohol and serving it in large quantities dates back to 2005. My college roommates and I threw large house parties at our off-campus housing. With no large Greek life presence, our parties attracted the basketball team, classmates, and visitors from other schools. At some point, we experimented with selling JELLO shots as a way to make extra money and enhance our guest experience. The initiative failed as they took too long to produce and we lacked quality control. By the end of my college tenure, I had plenty of experience with purchasing, transportation, manufacturing, sales, and distribution.
Nina picked up the phone and sounded a bit stressed. Her dinner party to celebrate her sister’s birthday was less than 24 hours from now. She lacked the experience of purchasing supplies and running a bar; she was counting on me to make this work. I assured her that everything would be alright and provided her with a shopping list of spirits, beers, wines, mixers, and other miscellaneous items. I told her I would arrive early the next day to ensure everything was ready to go.
I arrived to the house in the gated community at 5 and greeted the caterer and event decorators. Nina was out picking up the cake from the bakery and buying some last-minute items. I let myself in through the garage and started gathering my supplies. I found a beautiful, tall, wooden fish tank stand that could double as my bar. I set my spirit bottles on top of the faux-bar with the label facing outward, as I had often seen at restaurants, bars, and catered parties. I sliced up limes into eighths for the caipirinhas, caprioskas, Modelos, and other mixed drinks that I would be serving. Around 6:30, the guests started arriving and the alcohol started to flow.
At the end of the evening, Nina said the 4 magical words that makes a Tasker beam. She promised to tell her friends about me and the various ways I can help. We hugged and said our goodbyes. With a smile from ear to ear, I left the party with one more story to tell and one task closer to 200.
Miami needed this event. 40 people filed into the small 8th floor kitchen at the downtown co-working space. The crowd pulsed and the vibe was just right. Tonight’s event was the first of its kind and I was leading it. Participants were given a seating chart for the evening and they would meet others in a small group setting.
Months prior, the company hired me to assist at some of their events. The job entailed checking in guests and directing them to the name badges and the bar. These larger events attracted close to 100 people and guests exchanged business cards and practiced their best sales pitch. The drinks flowed well into the night.
We were minutes away from starting the event. I had selected a co-working space to help create new collisions with tech founders, entrepreneurs, and working professionals. With the seating chart generated, our guests made their way to the assigned spaces. Tonight’s event brought in the diverse crowd I was hoping for. Some folks worked out of the co-working space and others never heard of the shared office concept. Small business owners connected with consultants and a tech founder shared his project with an engineer.
We finished the event but our guests were not ready to leave. The remaining group piled into the street and that’s where I said my goodbyes. It was at that moment that I became a Professional Networker.