Somebody give me straight A answers
Oct. 20th, 2002 09:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzYesterday when I went to the market I came home with more shit than was good for the sanity and sanctity of my arm. Plastic bags can kill, I tell you. I bought this cd of Therapy?, Shameless. It’s good. It’s pink. I also bought cheese (I love cheese) and fabric and oooh…it’s not good.
Then I manly changed the saddle of my bike. And sew. And then I went to work. [what a cliffhanger! I’m dying to know please tell me!]
At work I started off well. When I was putting the orders in the tip-schreen computer I dropped my pen twice. Omen? I brought the group of pff..say sixteen or something their drinks. They were at tables thirteen and fourteen, which is the worst area to serve. It’s in the corner of the restaurant, near the windows and completely closed in by wall and other tables. When tables 15 thru 17 are taken you just can’t reach them anymore.
I manouvered my way in between the wall and the guests to give people their drinks and I opened the ball by throwing two glasses of red wine in a lady’s neck and all over her pink shirt. She shrieked! *Grin* At the time I was so embarrassed I could hardly even look them in the eye, and I still had to wait on them for the rest of the night! Apparantly, they were courageous people, because once they had started eating, they still ordered red wine. They did move awkwardly far away whenever I would bend over and put a glass down on the table. I wonder why…*Grin*
Erik, after handling with it as a good boss would, “Kristel once threw bla bla over a very expensive sweater and I myself threw spinach over a teacher who was wearing a beige shirt in school”, couldn’t stop making funny remarks about it whenever I was at the bar.
Then at clearing tables and emptying plates in the kitchen I tipped over a wineglass, which broke on the kitchen floor. Glad that was empty. Wine reeks.
And at making icecream I broke the foot off a sorbetglass. Scherven brengen geluk! [Shattered glass brings good fortune! – a dutch proverb.]
It wasn’t one of my best working nights. The tips sucked, ofcourse. Throwing wine all over a guest does that to your reputation. But I don’t work there for the tips. I work there for the paycheck and the people.
I did have fun with my other group, seven couples all together on three barbecues. They drank two litres of wine with just four people, white wine thankyouverymuch. They were giddy and giggly when they were ready for their deserts. I like making icecream. You can build the most beautiful stuff with (I typed stiff there…*Evil Grin*) whipped cream and chocolate sauce. But whenever I eat at Gonzales I still go for Coffee Gonzales. That’s coffee with Kahlua and kandij and whipped cream, but I don’t like whipped cream. (coffee-flavoured alcohol with coffee and sugar-like stuff: kandij… dunno the english but it tastes great!)
I just know you’ll have something to say about that Oz.
Well, I’m off to gossip around your backs in a friends-only post. Luv y’all.
Then I manly changed the saddle of my bike. And sew. And then I went to work. [what a cliffhanger! I’m dying to know please tell me!]
At work I started off well. When I was putting the orders in the tip-schreen computer I dropped my pen twice. Omen? I brought the group of pff..say sixteen or something their drinks. They were at tables thirteen and fourteen, which is the worst area to serve. It’s in the corner of the restaurant, near the windows and completely closed in by wall and other tables. When tables 15 thru 17 are taken you just can’t reach them anymore.
I manouvered my way in between the wall and the guests to give people their drinks and I opened the ball by throwing two glasses of red wine in a lady’s neck and all over her pink shirt. She shrieked! *Grin* At the time I was so embarrassed I could hardly even look them in the eye, and I still had to wait on them for the rest of the night! Apparantly, they were courageous people, because once they had started eating, they still ordered red wine. They did move awkwardly far away whenever I would bend over and put a glass down on the table. I wonder why…*Grin*
Erik, after handling with it as a good boss would, “Kristel once threw bla bla over a very expensive sweater and I myself threw spinach over a teacher who was wearing a beige shirt in school”, couldn’t stop making funny remarks about it whenever I was at the bar.
Then at clearing tables and emptying plates in the kitchen I tipped over a wineglass, which broke on the kitchen floor. Glad that was empty. Wine reeks.
And at making icecream I broke the foot off a sorbetglass. Scherven brengen geluk! [Shattered glass brings good fortune! – a dutch proverb.]
It wasn’t one of my best working nights. The tips sucked, ofcourse. Throwing wine all over a guest does that to your reputation. But I don’t work there for the tips. I work there for the paycheck and the people.
I did have fun with my other group, seven couples all together on three barbecues. They drank two litres of wine with just four people, white wine thankyouverymuch. They were giddy and giggly when they were ready for their deserts. I like making icecream. You can build the most beautiful stuff with (I typed stiff there…*Evil Grin*) whipped cream and chocolate sauce. But whenever I eat at Gonzales I still go for Coffee Gonzales. That’s coffee with Kahlua and kandij and whipped cream, but I don’t like whipped cream. (coffee-flavoured alcohol with coffee and sugar-like stuff: kandij… dunno the english but it tastes great!)
I just know you’ll have something to say about that Oz.
Well, I’m off to gossip around your backs in a friends-only post. Luv y’all.
