May 2006 Archives
I work in a sauna. Eighty-six degrees inside our restaurant today and I have two shirts on and long sleeves because of these planets all up my arm.
I love when the managers complain that they haven't been able to get the air conditioner in complete working order in four years.
I'll leave it up to them to figure out whose job it is to hire the right repairmen.
I'm thinking I can maybe get them to fix our schedules if I fake a dramatic fainting spell on my sixth shift this week. I'll fall backwards when no one is around--break a few glasses beside me. Then I'll tell the manager that I hit the back of my head on the side station on the way down. I'll say it's because they make me wear long sleeves even though Celebration is no longer owned by Disney. And I'll say it's because they're overworking me, while other new hires get the EXACT schedule they asked for just because they're taking a few college courses. Then of course, I'll say it's because I work in a motherfucking sauna.
This is all a joke, you know.
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I fall into holes, yes. But I still love you all.
I love work. I hate work. I get good guests. Then I get a woman that asks for "Toast--make that Texas toast--Do you have Texas toast? Can you have them butter that in the kitchen for me? Actually grilled. Like garlic toast." Then it comes out and it's beautiful and grilled and she says, "It's not what I wanted but it's okay."
65% of the people I wait on are ungrateful and awful and it gets to you after awhile. But then you have good days.
Today was a really good day filled with really good and generous people, save the four twelve year old boys that gave me a dollar on thirty--barely enough to tip out the bar and food runner for the sales. These kids thought it would be funny to ruin each other's Coke's with pepper and ketchup and salt--then make me get them new ones all night long.
Then there was the day Joey Fatone from N'Sync left me less than the Joey Nobodies from 123 Plain Jane Road, even after I made jokes and said, "Yes, I've bitten my finger eating French Fries when not paying attention," because he really wanted me to agree with him on that point.
I have the best job that I can have in a restaurant and I know I don't want to be doing it for more than one calendar year.
It is good to make lots of money and not worry about the bills. But it is also entirely degrading to wait on some of the residents of Celebration. Some--I stress!
David Anaxagoras likes to set challenges for himself and I would love to do the same.
I would love nothing more than to find a way out of waiting within a year--for Elise as well, of course.
Though, I will probably sound a little less dramatic once our schedules are fixed at the four shifts a week we were hired for.
Ribcage: Volume 2 really is coming, you know? Just as soon as I get some days off of work. I'm working six straight right now.
Isn't it funny that I left one job because they were scheduling E and I six days a week--just to go to another job that schedules us six days a week?
Mr. and Mrs. Bolduc, there are a few of the wedding photos over at my Flickr page.
