And the silence calms my ears...
These are the days I'm going to miss when I'm in school...lounging around the house being a bum with nothing to do. Unfortunately, right now I hate it. At work they've only been putting me on on weekends. So I have many weekdays spent doing nothingggg. Not too fun.
I'm starting to get the hang of waitressing even more, though. I still do stupid things, like forget to ask people how they want their meat done, or not give them steak knives or ketchup when needed, and I never write hard enough on the pad for the carbon stuff to come through when I'm taking orders. But I guess I will overcome this stuff the more I work. Hopefully. And hopefully I will get the courage to ask my boss to put me on the schedule more so that I can get the hang of it faster! And make more money. And not be so bored. But you know me, me and confrontation, we just don't do so well together. But anyway...everyone's really nice at the cafe, and they all are patient with me as I learn the ropes, so that's good. The cooks are weird though...they kind of freak me out. I guess they're Mexican or something...they speak Spanish (but I don't really understand them...maybe I should reconsider my Spanish minor?) and their accents when they speak English is really hard to understand, so I never know what they're saying and I'm always like "What? What? What?" They probably hate me. Maybe I will listen to them have their Spanish conversations and see if I can pick out words like "ella", "es", and "estupida" all in the same sentence.
I'm starting to get the hang of waitressing even more, though. I still do stupid things, like forget to ask people how they want their meat done, or not give them steak knives or ketchup when needed, and I never write hard enough on the pad for the carbon stuff to come through when I'm taking orders. But I guess I will overcome this stuff the more I work. Hopefully. And hopefully I will get the courage to ask my boss to put me on the schedule more so that I can get the hang of it faster! And make more money. And not be so bored. But you know me, me and confrontation, we just don't do so well together. But anyway...everyone's really nice at the cafe, and they all are patient with me as I learn the ropes, so that's good. The cooks are weird though...they kind of freak me out. I guess they're Mexican or something...they speak Spanish (but I don't really understand them...maybe I should reconsider my Spanish minor?) and their accents when they speak English is really hard to understand, so I never know what they're saying and I'm always like "What? What? What?" They probably hate me. Maybe I will listen to them have their Spanish conversations and see if I can pick out words like "ella", "es", and "estupida" all in the same sentence.