hate to bitch but,
i had the absolute worst shift at the restaurant i think, in a long time. everyone came in at once and there were so many dishes to do that i was stuck either in the kitchen or running food. you can always tell how bad the night is by the state of your hands. i have psoriasis and it only acts up when i am stressed out, or when i have to work with cleaning products. on top of that, if it's really busy, the plates are put right out of the dishwasher and into your hands so you have to carry the whole steaming load (okay, that sounded pretty dirty) up a flight of stairs and then to the table.
so at the end of the night, there are burn marks all over everyone's hands and forearms and my aloe plant is now officially incapacitated. and i have a crack in my knuckle that is getting worse with every click of the keyboard.
but i trudge on to redeem myself. i made a promise to you, and i plan on sticking to it: i will post on my blog, even when all i can do is talk about how much the service industry sucks. and yes, i am going to say it - i should be a server by now. there. i'm conceited, but it's true.
sam said that he wanted james to hire good looking blonds to bring more people to the patio this summer (then lou said, oh don't feel bad because you're a brunette). nothing against blonds - i'm not trying to make one of those statements, but i don't want to do double the work i have to this summer because they are hiring for beauty and not skill. grrrr.
double grrrr because james is actually doing it. so lou said that he wan't to put me at the door in a miniskirt and bleach my hair blond and then everything would be okay. wow. that makes me feel great. he always calls me pretty though, so i don't think he meant anything by it. it was more of a queer eye for the straight girl kind of moment. i'm really feeding into all the stereotypes tonight, aren't i. so i had better go, and if i have another bought of insomnia, i will see you sooner than later.
oh and i am thinking about going to ryerson for journalism, but more on that later.
so at the end of the night, there are burn marks all over everyone's hands and forearms and my aloe plant is now officially incapacitated. and i have a crack in my knuckle that is getting worse with every click of the keyboard.
but i trudge on to redeem myself. i made a promise to you, and i plan on sticking to it: i will post on my blog, even when all i can do is talk about how much the service industry sucks. and yes, i am going to say it - i should be a server by now. there. i'm conceited, but it's true.
sam said that he wanted james to hire good looking blonds to bring more people to the patio this summer (then lou said, oh don't feel bad because you're a brunette). nothing against blonds - i'm not trying to make one of those statements, but i don't want to do double the work i have to this summer because they are hiring for beauty and not skill. grrrr.
double grrrr because james is actually doing it. so lou said that he wan't to put me at the door in a miniskirt and bleach my hair blond and then everything would be okay. wow. that makes me feel great. he always calls me pretty though, so i don't think he meant anything by it. it was more of a queer eye for the straight girl kind of moment. i'm really feeding into all the stereotypes tonight, aren't i. so i had better go, and if i have another bought of insomnia, i will see you sooner than later.
oh and i am thinking about going to ryerson for journalism, but more on that later.
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