Working - Day 08

YES!!!! linxy just left for sydney!!1 woohoooo!!!!! balcony free for me to suntan on, prance naked around… yay….

tomorrow’s my off day too! free day + linxy not around = i can fuck up the apartment!!! yes yes yes!!!

ok, i know i sound retarded. it happens to the best of us.

there’s nothing much to talk about work today really. except i found out something truly astonishing.

Ashley’s car didn’t quite broke down yesterday, as someone suddenly told me. her stupid, retarded screwed up pos brother has been stealing her car, taking his friends on a speed drive around the neighbourhood.

This wouldn’t be much problem if Ashley stays near the city or something. i am guessing that 1) she doesn’t and 2) she needs to work things out with her stupid pos brother. so today, she couldn’t even come to work. poor ashley =/

In singapore, there’s a bus stop every few meters, with buses arriving every few minutes and often, more than one bus goes wherver we really need to go. this was something i often just took for granted, and i am sure most of my friends do too.

i never bothered to learn driving, not back there, not here, though i was supposed to. while some of my friends learnt driving or at least took the basic and advanced theory exams, i did nothing. just uberly reliant on our transport system back home.

here in small, little, lonesome canberra, there’s no real need for many buses nor bus times. most people go to school or work at the same time, and are off on the same days. and generally, most of them have cars too.

yesterday, as everyone has noticed, i had my share of retarded luck. labour day, a public holiday, and on weekends, the buses only come once per hour. once i’ve missed it, i’ve missed it.

late at night, there are less buses, and even more spastic timings. the good part is, i live near work and near the city. the bad part is, there’s only so far my rent would go. once rent ends, and my landlady comes home from england or some far far away land, there are only so many options for me.

obviously if i take a sunday shift, i am dead post 9pm or so. there aren’t anymore buses.

oh wells. whatever!!!

OH. guess who turned up for dinner tonight.

the people who owns flirty gorgeous.

yes that restaurant i frequent the whole of winter. that restaurant that knows me by my chinese first name, right off my eftpos (atm) card. that restaurant that serves me hand and foot when i appear there.

they felt awkward that i was serving them, as i them. we got over it though, and started chatting happily.

Tonight, i managed to start serving more tables, still with Edna, my trainer, by my side though. it was a good thing, since i have a little of a nerves breakdown somewhere into the middle of my introductory speech at each table, and her being there actually soothes my nerves a little.

Often, the main reasons why i get all worried and such, is more because of… say if they order something, they might ask weird questions, “does this come with onions? is it cooked in vegetable oil?”. while it’s great that so far, of the 5 tables or so that i have served, most of them were nice, sweet understanding people who didn’t mind if i stumbled or ask Edna for help.

some even called me sweetie, and others said i was lovely. VERY encouraging customers ^_^ i love them so much.

i am just worried about weird questions after all, and the bad luck of meeting overly demanding customers. “new? so what. ur supposed to know the menu the moment you walk in.” ugh. most importantly, i am not a drinker, thus my knowledge of beers are limited to what i have seen on tv - back in singapore.

i don’t even know wtf was the difference between tap, jugs, cans and bottles. they are all the same to me, just beers in different forms. and now, being in australia, i am often asked, “what beers you have on tap?” by customers. can you imagine how unnerving it is?

and wtf is a slider anyways -.-

Work peeps have been very encouraging though. Edna said not to worry about beers. she herself, though australian, doesn’t take alcohol either, and it took her 6 months to remember the beers, cocktails, mocktails, wines and what not too. so it’s perfectly fine, as it is fine to err, it is ok to forget shit.

they don’t really care much about my mistakes as long as they aren’t massive mistakes, like screaming at the customers or trying to kill our chefs. after all, it is human to err.

so let me tell you a secret, that i have been feeling really bad about.

you know those small little cups they use to contain the pepper, mushroom and diane sauces?

alot of customers have a tendency to eat like pigs and then strew their excess meat, vegies and all that all over the plate, including right over the top of the cups. they are often hidden, sometimes hard to see, but you can feel them if the plate isn’t ridiculously heaped upon, coz the aren’t exactly light.

i have been throwing them away into the bin along with the excesses by customers. and no, they aren’t disposables :X i just never notice them till it’s too late.