Working - day 07

Ah. first time i turned up real late for work today. stupid labour day bullshit. bus only comes @ the times that they come on sunday. grr…

but no one really minded, which was cool. not too much people, except that we had a huge booking from a sporting group. so had massive orders to run out. the great part is, my trainer has started the waitressing bits that she has to teach me. i managed to wait one table before things started falling apart as Carl was sick and so was asked to do bar instead, and Ashley’s car was still in repair, so she had to turn up an hour late (oooo my 20 mins seems nothing now muahahahaha…)

What makes me LOVE this job though:

the KIDS:

- pair of twins, 5 year old boys

T1 - “excuse me…”

me- “yes?”

T1 - “my mummy says that steaks are made from cows… can i see the cows in your kitchen?”

me - “uh…”

T2 - “yer! and why doesn’t the steaks moo?”

me - …….

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-a 17 months old baby grabbed my rings finger on the right, and won’t let me go with a huge grin on her cute face, and then giving her mum the serious “can i keep this!!!?!?!?!” face.

not that i couldn’t push her away, but seriously, awwww, would u do that? she is SSSSOOOO cute LOL…

all pink, blonde and blue eyed (yes, i have a weakness for any little blonde kids. i am the ultimate bimbo..)

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- another 16 or 18 months old baby, kept smiling when i walk near her.

“may i clear your plates ma’am?” i asked the table, and they proceeded to pass me their plates.

then the baby, lifted up her tiny plate with half finished burger. “da!”

O.o “are you sure sweetie?” i asked.

“DA!!!” and she looked at her baby chair’s “table” thingy and started swiping hard at it to clear away the bits and pieces.

“i’m sorry, lol,” the dad started, “she’s fairly domesticated!”

LMAO

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- some pink swaddled little thing, probably between 1-2 years old.

mum - “she hates corn… can you ask the kitchen to switch to carrots or something?”

before i can take it away… the little cutesy thing grabbed the corn and threw it at me. woah….

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- this doesn’t quite belong in the kids section, but they say old people can be similar to kids, and have to admit, this particular granny behaved that way.

she’s like in her 50s-60s. ordered a banana split with strawberry. when the ice cream arrived, before i can lay down her friend’s banana split, she was grasping tightly to hers which was still held in my hand. her mouth was wide open, and just glaring at it like a famished person.

except she just had some real good steak.

i finally let go of the split, when it hit the table . i really REALLY didn’t want it flying in her face.

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- another one that doesn’t quite belong in any category i can think of.

a couple came in, middle age, well dressed, serious faced. they didn’t quite order much food, and sat chatting half the time. i was often worried that they had be pissed at me, but i truly had nothing to do but to clear tables again and again and again.

then they wanted their bill. and i brought it, and he paid cash. so i asked if he wanted his change back, since some people have a tendency to just push the bill back towards me and just leave. it’s not a bad thing to leave tips, it’s just hard to know if you want me to bring the change back, keep it as tips or if you are just going to the restroom and you are coming back for the money.

i don’t wana be known as a thief for, say, 50 cents. that’s just retarded.

he said he wanted it back. so off i went, had Lena watch me key in the money and stuff in case i fucked up. and brought it back.

he opened it up, and took out the cash from the folder, “this is actually for you” and left.

T_T thanks sir… that was a really nice gesture, no matter the amount.

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of course, one can never truly ignore the money bit that comes with the job. while a job, is still a bore, it is the people i come in contact with that truly inspires me and motivates me.

yes it’s just a damn lowbie waitressing job. i probably won’t go anywhere far in life in such a job, nor be something influential. and it is just a part time job. it is HOW i treat this job though, that makes the difference.