I waited tables and washed dishes at Gibbs for about 3 years somewhere around 1977. Before the jock dorms were forced to allow regular students in there. Worked minimum of 5 meals a week, and all weekend every other weekend. This was just after Majors came back.
It was a sweet gig - I got $20 a week taken out of my paycheck and got to eat every meal there, even when I wasn't working. Better yet, the cooks and potwashers were tight with the waiters, and we had full access to the fridge and dining room even when it was locked to the team. I could spread my books out in a deserted cafeteria, study, run get a chocolate milk out of the fridge. Sunday night during football season, only the football team got supper. Steak and Lobster if they won, beenie weenies if they lost.
Got to witness Coach Majors coming in on a Saturday afternoon after he'd been fishing with his buddies and drop off his fish for the cooks to clean for him. One day when I was in there by myself studying, he asked me to get him an apple out of the fridge and he sat there and ate it at the table I was sprawled out on. Had a good 10 minute conversation with him, just the two of us, nobody else in there. Great memories. Hope my Dad appreciated that he didn't have to buy the normal "Meal Plan" for me.