So, today is the second day of the NaBloPoMo challenge and I already forgot about it. Awesome. I feel smart. It is now 10:57 and that means I have one hour and three minutes o write and publish a post when I have no idea what to write about because I forgot. Also awesome. At least I have the hour, instead of just three minutes.
I haven't really given details about my new job yet, so I guess I can say a little bit about that now. A few months ago, after I was ditched by the people I was baby sitting for, Mr Fix-It felt so badly about the way his friends (the kids' parents) ended up treating me, that he promised to help me get a job at the Italian restaurant that he works in.
Back in.. August? Late July?... I had an interview with the owner but in order to be a server, you have to be nineteen so he told me to study the menu and come back in September. This menu... Holy shit.
8 Appetizers (including pizza, which there are 4 versions of)
3 Soups (two are basically identical)
3 Salads (all identical except for Ceasar salad)
7 Classic Items (including 2 dishes, each having 2 add-ons)
6 Pastas (including 2 that each have 2 add-ons)
5 Chicken Dishes (which basically all look like items in the list below)
8 Dishes in Seafood, Steak, and Veal (which all look alike and look like the chicken dishes)
5 Desserts (which I cannot express how amazing they look)
10 Lunch Specials (2 dishes have 2 add-ons each and 1 has a substitution)
11 Drinks Listed (only the listed ones on the menu; the alcohol menu has well over 100 items)
I don't give a fuck how long I had to study all of that. Without pictures, it's damn near impossible. Everything is legit Italian foods and if you're like everyone else who asks about it when they find out I have a new job, you're wondering if that means it's anything like Olive Garden. Well, I don't know because I don't eat there. But it's not Olive Garden and this stuff is better from any time I've ever been to Olive Garden. Plus, the staff is a hell of a lot nicer (mostly- we have a few bitches too).
Last week, they started me as a runner. A runner is the person who brings the food to the table when the server is busy. That is in the job description. So is pre-bussing (picking up dirty dishes before they leave, like salad bowls and shit), keeping everything for the to-go orders stocked up, and basically doing whatever anyone tells you at the exact second they tell you.
My trainer was a total douche. I've never worked in a restaurant before so he thought it would be wise to continuously throw hot dishes into my hands and make me carry trays that way more than a 24 pack of water, in one hand and on my shoulder while holding the stand to put the tray on while I tried to balance it and not drop that heavy mother fucker. Not to mention that my hands were so burned up, they were bright red on my second day.
Not in the job description: Itching the trainer's back when he told me to. Um, no, I will not touch you and you can find somebody else to do your work for you because I have my own damn job to learn and do.
The second and third day, I was a hostess. It was insanely busy but I like it a hell of a lot more than running food. The trainer is nicer and the people are mostly nicer and I don't get burned and I don't have to carry things that weigh more than me. It also means we have to wipe down the menus every night, clean the tables, and set them. But you can sit when you clean the menus so that's tedious but not bad.
But I'll be making more money as a server, so they're keeping me as a food runner because some of the trays are so heavy, I can't even lift them. Setting down trays isn't that easy either. I actually lost my balance and fell on my knees to keep myself from dropping the tray on the table next to me. It didn't hurt so much as I had a lot of people staring at me and that was awkward and unpleasant.
Over all, things are getting better the longer I work there. Except for the couple of jerks who work there. They're still jerks but I'm figuring out ways to deal with them. Mostly, today, I just bit my tongue and nodded so I wouldn't come out with something like, "Go die in a hole" or "Please go jump off a cliff" or something equally or more violent. But I did pop out with a few comments that made other people laugh and the jerks back off for a short time... even though I really didn't mean to since I'm supposed to be nice.
They're not all jerks though. There are a couple really sweet people and most of them have been very helpful and nice to me. The managers and owner are pretty nice as well, though I've mainly worked with one manager and she keeps telling me I'm doing great so I guess I'm doing something right.
Though, the owner did get onto me because I didn't shake his hand hard enough today, when he saw me for the first time since I've been hired. That was pretty funny though.
P.S. Yesterday, the manager I haven't really worked with asked me how I was doing, so I said I was doing pretty well. He asked if I was ready to run the place yet and I was like, "Heck yeah!" so he handed me his keys and walked away.
P.S. #2 He only walked like ten feet before coming back to get the keys from me.
P.S. #3 11:30! I'm awesome.