the drawbacks to working in a restaurant often is, if you have forgotten to it prior to work, u would drool at every dish that comes out, which often results in an unhygenic mess. of course, it doesn’t necessarily happen often to me, but yer, still sucky. i actually planned on eating at work before i start working today. only to find that while i was trying to nap, i was hungering and growling and dreaming of food.

i gave up and ate some cookies and got too full to properly enjoy a meal at work. -.- therefore… plan failed >.>

anyways!

got to work, trainer ain’t there today. she forgot my name tag too, so i am still Nameless of the company. met the new girl as well, whom seem pretty nice. despite whatever they say, it seems most of their recent recruits had some form of experience. she had some bar training before, but apparently didn’t get some stuff right.

of her, i just felt a little jealousy. she was learning to do all the waitressing bits since my trainer aren’t around on most of the days that she is working. so she learns from someone else who quickly takes her right into the waitressing bits, such as how to take orders, what to introduce, what would be go substitute. she was only newer than me by one day.

on the good part though, i don’t feel as stressed if i don’t take orders. as if i take orders, and i fuck some orders up, i might get all the shit from customers. *shudders*

i was also told, after i left last night, apparently the woman came back or stayed on till the night manager came back from his long walk. the one who’s chicken she claimed wasn’t cooked. she actually cried while whining to him about how bad the service and chicken was, and how terrible her experience was. she wept and wept.

seriously. it’s just dinner. and it’s just chicken. i am not defensive of my company, i know when they are in the wrong, but that chicken was WHOLLY WHITE. wtf dude. and she’s like in her 40s, and weeping over “uncooked” food. there were people who didn’t even get their meals for an hour, and they just got pissy. but to weep over food! maybe that’s why she couldn’t see that it wasn’t cooked!

in case you are wondering, no she didn’t even EAT it. she just kept on cutting them up and mashing them up with her fork and knife.

the bossy girl on friday is back today. and she somewhat pisses me off. let’s just call her Wan, since i am more likely to talk about her from hereon than most of the other girls. right from friday i never really liked her, coz she never introduced herself as anything more than someone who has worked at that place more than me and some other girls.

infact, she told someone off since she personally feels that she’s more experienced than him since she has already worked for 3 months or something like that. the other guy was handling both the bar and the floor, i am not sure if she knows the bar. so when she came in today, i was like, “oh no.. more being bossed around.”

personally, i don’t like being bossed around, but on the first few days, while i am trying to learn, i usually can’t be bothered. but i don’t like her condescending tone, and i-am-better-than-you glare, and her slacker manners.

ok so i was supposed to be taught how to be a slacker. she should have taught me, coz omg, she was just capable of looking busy most of the time. ok so she does take orders, occassionally bring out food and clear the tables, when obviously the rest of us are too busy to entertain her. however, when she obviously had the free time, instead of showing us something constructive, she had be like “i want you to clear as many tables as you can in the next 4 mins. gogogo.” and they were all in her section, 5 tables.

i know we are short handed tonight, and i am in charge of cleaning and food. but it IS cleaning AND food. between attending to carrying out food and cleaning tables, it is impossible to do that in 4mins. and one of them was supposed to be cleaned by her a few seconds ago, asked by the store manager. yet she had come all the way to the back, and told me once i was done with one of the plates i was going to serve, to go clean and set that table in her section.

i barely managed to clean it before the customers came. -.- and all she was doing was just standing around the micros talking to another girl and looking at her birthday floor plan lay out, wondering if she should call her mum to change the layout or some shit.

what finally drew the line for me when she was telling me not to help take orders for anyone, especially since each one is already assigned their own sections, and they would prefer knowing what the customers ordered, rather than me inputting the orders directly myself, i should tell them. i understand what she said the first time around, and i understand the complications. Sometimes, i have to tell them twice though, and after yesterday, i do get a little jittery when customers’ orders aren’t immediately inputted. and the one who taught me how to input the orders was the store manager.

then she was like, referring to the store manager, “those who just serve the door, wouldn’t know how it is on the floor.” complete with a superior sneer on her face.

the hell. i want to see her telling that to the manager in the face then ordering him around. -.- little freak.

near the end of the night though, something funny happened. well funny in my eyes. while i was clearing plates left and right, a customer near the end of the restaurant called me over. so i was prepared to take more orders, “yes how can i help you? ”

“ah you see, my friend here,” points to a guy at the end of the table, facing the wall,” he’s a little shy, he wants to know if you are single.”

…

!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

“huh?”

he repeated what he said, while the poor dude turned beetroot. so i laughed and was happily saying, “no sorry sir, i am taken. ^_^”

and everyone went awwww at the table while the poor guy dug another hole under the table.

lmao