I should be studying for a test, but I have a lot on the minds again.
Weekend one of the six day workweek. I'm not sure how this is going to turn out. I'm exhausted, and even after napping for a few hours earlier, I woke up feeling like I could continue sleeping through the night.
Last night, the boyfriend's parents threw a bit of a party at their warehouse. A pig was roasted. Two gigantic coolers of beer were annihilated. I came to the realization that I don't think I'm good with babies. Some friends brought their 3 month old and 1 year old to the gathering for a little while, and after being held by my boyfriend's mom AND my boyfriend (who is unusually good with babies) - I was handed the 3 month old and she immediately started crying. This happened also with one of my friends back home when my boyfriend and I went to visit, and the baby was totally fine with Seth but when he was handed to me - nope. NOPE. Don't think I'm meant to have the little ones. It kind of bothers me more than it should.
Working at my old job again, it's nice to be around people I'm used to seeing a lot. My first day back yesterday was kind of exciting and refreshing. I got lots of hugs from co-workers and customers alike. All weekend, I've heard things like, "I've missed you!" and "Where have you been?!" and "I'm so glad you're back!". Nice things to make me feel appreciated somewhere. Though my boss is still and will always be a fucking douchebag. It seems like he wouldn't be such a dick to me since I've been there longer than most servers, but he treats me like I'm a fucking idiot.
<boss rant> I accidentally rung up "w/o lettuce" for a Reuben sandwich (come on.) because the customer originally wanted a turkey sandwich with no lettuce, and I did cross off the turkey sandwich part when she changed her mind but not the lettuce bit. And ringing up an order in busy mode I was in, I just didn't think - I put it whatever the fawk was on my notepad. Simon (boss) stops me when I'm on my way to get drinks for another table, and says in his dumbass, geeky voice, "Hannuh. Wut did you mean 'w/o lettuce' for a Reuben?" pointing at my ticket hanging up. I said, "Agh, sorry. They want the Reuben how it is, but that was my mistake. I didn't mean to punch that in," and he has to fucking be a prick and say, "Yeah. It WAS your mistake," then walks away. And all day, I heard shit like, "Why didn't you take a towel so you can clean off tables while you're on the floor?" Uhh... I was taking a shit-ton of food out to a table, and I don't think they would be too happy if they saw a towel used for wiping tables on the same tray as their breakfast. But he still gave me shit for it. A little while ago, Simon told me to ring up a side order of fries, do a "see server", and write down "onion rings" instead of using the "onion rings appetizer" since we don't even have fucking appetizers. So when I did that today, "Why did you do it like that? No. GO and RING IT UP as an onion ring app. God." ... He has his favorites that do the same exact shit as I do, and he just jokes with them about it or ignores it. But meeee?! I'm called dumb or like he said today, "Jeez. It's like your first day all over again." If it was anything like my goddamned first day back again, then I wouldn't be half as efficient, knowledgeable, or productive as I am now. I don't know why he hired me back if I seem like such a goddamned waste of time to him. </boss rant>
But customers do tell me I do well which keeps my head up. Twice today, I had tables of four tell me how they thought it was amazing I could remember what everyone had when passing the food out. It's not difficult when you have your own system though. All in all, I do have some extra cash in my pocket now, and that makes me feel good.
Anyway. That drained me of wanting to really write anything else. I have exam #2 and work at the dental office tomorrow. Adios.
Weekend one of the six day workweek. I'm not sure how this is going to turn out. I'm exhausted, and even after napping for a few hours earlier, I woke up feeling like I could continue sleeping through the night.
Last night, the boyfriend's parents threw a bit of a party at their warehouse. A pig was roasted. Two gigantic coolers of beer were annihilated. I came to the realization that I don't think I'm good with babies. Some friends brought their 3 month old and 1 year old to the gathering for a little while, and after being held by my boyfriend's mom AND my boyfriend (who is unusually good with babies) - I was handed the 3 month old and she immediately started crying. This happened also with one of my friends back home when my boyfriend and I went to visit, and the baby was totally fine with Seth but when he was handed to me - nope. NOPE. Don't think I'm meant to have the little ones. It kind of bothers me more than it should.
Working at my old job again, it's nice to be around people I'm used to seeing a lot. My first day back yesterday was kind of exciting and refreshing. I got lots of hugs from co-workers and customers alike. All weekend, I've heard things like, "I've missed you!" and "Where have you been?!" and "I'm so glad you're back!". Nice things to make me feel appreciated somewhere. Though my boss is still and will always be a fucking douchebag. It seems like he wouldn't be such a dick to me since I've been there longer than most servers, but he treats me like I'm a fucking idiot.
<boss rant> I accidentally rung up "w/o lettuce" for a Reuben sandwich (come on.) because the customer originally wanted a turkey sandwich with no lettuce, and I did cross off the turkey sandwich part when she changed her mind but not the lettuce bit. And ringing up an order in busy mode I was in, I just didn't think - I put it whatever the fawk was on my notepad. Simon (boss) stops me when I'm on my way to get drinks for another table, and says in his dumbass, geeky voice, "Hannuh. Wut did you mean 'w/o lettuce' for a Reuben?" pointing at my ticket hanging up. I said, "Agh, sorry. They want the Reuben how it is, but that was my mistake. I didn't mean to punch that in," and he has to fucking be a prick and say, "Yeah. It WAS your mistake," then walks away. And all day, I heard shit like, "Why didn't you take a towel so you can clean off tables while you're on the floor?" Uhh... I was taking a shit-ton of food out to a table, and I don't think they would be too happy if they saw a towel used for wiping tables on the same tray as their breakfast. But he still gave me shit for it. A little while ago, Simon told me to ring up a side order of fries, do a "see server", and write down "onion rings" instead of using the "onion rings appetizer" since we don't even have fucking appetizers. So when I did that today, "Why did you do it like that? No. GO and RING IT UP as an onion ring app. God." ... He has his favorites that do the same exact shit as I do, and he just jokes with them about it or ignores it. But meeee?! I'm called dumb or like he said today, "Jeez. It's like your first day all over again." If it was anything like my goddamned first day back again, then I wouldn't be half as efficient, knowledgeable, or productive as I am now. I don't know why he hired me back if I seem like such a goddamned waste of time to him. </boss rant>
But customers do tell me I do well which keeps my head up. Twice today, I had tables of four tell me how they thought it was amazing I could remember what everyone had when passing the food out. It's not difficult when you have your own system though. All in all, I do have some extra cash in my pocket now, and that makes me feel good.
Anyway. That drained me of wanting to really write anything else. I have exam #2 and work at the dental office tomorrow. Adios.
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