This, my friends, means that I have all the time in the world to consistantly blog. WOOT! Actually, funny story...
At work the other night i was serving this great table, and they asked me about how long i'd been working or what i was doing in school...and I told them and then the man was like, you should keep a blog so we can read about your school process and stuff, sounds interesting! And I was like, well about that...I do in fact have a blog...buuuuut its not about school. and then there was this awkward pause like, well are you going to give it to me? and needless to say, i did not.
ok, maybe you'd have to be there, but it was funny.
So, my job is going wonderfully. I love it, in fact. Who knew that seeing hundreds of people a day would be right up my alley. :] My managers tease me relentlessly, and I am in the midst of the drama. Restaurants have drama. lots of it. But aside from all that, I am getting to practice my people pleasing skills along with my kitchen conversational spanish. I suppose its good to get whatever practice i can, but I'm not sure how far "da me un plato por favor" or "no quiere lechuga o tomates en su hamburgesa" is going to take me in communication. But, I am in fact, becoming quite polished in my restaurant talk. and as a result have picked up some phrases that to this day i'm still not sure what they mean. I just know that all the cooks laugh when i use them. and I assume they are not as clean as the driven snow...
There are many things that happen in my days at work that are both exciting and scary and just overall learning experiences.
-A lady collapsed in the bathroom and I had to go in and help her out
-Little 94 year old men who flirt with me and actually get up and do a jig in the middle of the restaurant...just for me.
-A lonely man who talks to me for twenty minutes about knots. And how wonderful they are. And how to tie them. in Everything. [yes he did demonstrate] He does not, in fact know how to tie a hangmans noose knot. He didn't see the use for knowing that.
-A lame/desperate guy who steals my super expensive pen and leaves me a note with his phone number on it saying to call him if I want my pen back.
-stupid busboys who thought it would be funny to poke a hole in the bottom of the styrofoam cup in the dispenser and watch as some poor unsuspecting person [aka me], tries in vain to fill up her cup with liquid, only to have it magically never reach the top. he thought it was hilarious. I...did not.
-The regular guys at the counter who insist I look like Ally McGraw...who is Steve McQueens wife. They in fact, now call me Ally.
All the good times in this business are worth the rough times. Seeing hundreds of people a day can really give you a diverse and well rounded view of the world...We do see it all.
I am continually stretched and grown as I face challenges of working in and among those who are dragging me down, pulling me away from my goal to glorify God. But I have been able to stand strong with His help.
