Worst Waiter Ever

I've got a new job working at an unfamiliar restaurant. I've never worked in any sort of food-service job before. I get dropped off at the back door for my first day, already in uniform, and I ask a dour, middle-aged woman in the unrealistically large break room whom I'm supposed to report to for instructions. She says I should just go start waiting tables and figure it out for myself. So I wander into the dining area, which is mostly empty right now, and try to figure out where everything is. A fat lady sitting by herself immediately spots me and begins asking for things in an impenetrable accent that might be Haitian or Central American or something. I promise her that I'll figure out who can help her, and try to also glean her table number as I pass. After a couple minutes of wandering I still haven't located the kitchen, and the fat lady is becoming increasingly agitated.