i kick stones through windows
ive been working. a lot. dishwashing. it sucks. im always the last person to leave every single night. weekends are the worst. i wont get home until midnight on fridays and saturdays. i have become the master of the tubs though. there has never been one that scrubs a saute pan and sizzle plate quite like me. only i can handle the hustle and bustle of a friday as the only washer in the restaurant. i earn even more free food due to me athletic means of washing dishes.
ive worked maybe 3 weeks and ive gotten 2 raises already. im that good.
ive eaten wings cooked by matt. they were the hottest wings ive ever had. straight tabasco and cajun pepper wings. yes i have a stomach of steel. i can eat anything. allie is funny as hell. shes probably my favorite person there.
i take my own music into the kitchen because i can. i get to listen to the variety of music that inspires me in life. i didnt really think anyone would be impressed with the music i listen to. you would agree if you saw the people. id play radiohead and 3 or 4 workers would come back and start singing along. smashing pumpkins. same thing. the decemberists. they know it. even this one girl who i see as very stuck up, like one of those girls that knows she can get by on her looks so she acts like she owns the world type, came back and started singing/ humming along to muse while i played them. this hard angry screaming heavy metal fanatic eric agreed that muse was pretty good. "i think i fuckin like this group. how the hell is it?" were his words. every friday i work is DMB Friday where i take in my 20-some dave cds and play him nonstop. theres dancing nancies and ants marching while waiters are doing two step as we stay, wasting time making due with the best of whats around in the kitchen. even the bartender comes into my warehouse of pots and pans collapsing the space between us, as i walk by and waiters crash into me.
its a beautiful thing in the world of restaurant work. if you have ever seen the movie waiting, yes, it is exactly like that. frustrated waiters complaining about the damn old lady that isnt happy with every seat she goes into. or that stupid person that orders shrimp with fetticini but doesnt want the fetticini sauce on the shrimp. if that happens you come to my universe of faucets and sinks and simply spray away the problem sauce. drop something? if no one sees it it never happened. assholes walk in 5 minutes before you close? yeah it sucks and they will pay with terrible service. oh life of the restaurant, what would my life be without your eyeopening experiences you provide?
ive worked maybe 3 weeks and ive gotten 2 raises already. im that good.
ive eaten wings cooked by matt. they were the hottest wings ive ever had. straight tabasco and cajun pepper wings. yes i have a stomach of steel. i can eat anything. allie is funny as hell. shes probably my favorite person there.
i take my own music into the kitchen because i can. i get to listen to the variety of music that inspires me in life. i didnt really think anyone would be impressed with the music i listen to. you would agree if you saw the people. id play radiohead and 3 or 4 workers would come back and start singing along. smashing pumpkins. same thing. the decemberists. they know it. even this one girl who i see as very stuck up, like one of those girls that knows she can get by on her looks so she acts like she owns the world type, came back and started singing/ humming along to muse while i played them. this hard angry screaming heavy metal fanatic eric agreed that muse was pretty good. "i think i fuckin like this group. how the hell is it?" were his words. every friday i work is DMB Friday where i take in my 20-some dave cds and play him nonstop. theres dancing nancies and ants marching while waiters are doing two step as we stay, wasting time making due with the best of whats around in the kitchen. even the bartender comes into my warehouse of pots and pans collapsing the space between us, as i walk by and waiters crash into me.
its a beautiful thing in the world of restaurant work. if you have ever seen the movie waiting, yes, it is exactly like that. frustrated waiters complaining about the damn old lady that isnt happy with every seat she goes into. or that stupid person that orders shrimp with fetticini but doesnt want the fetticini sauce on the shrimp. if that happens you come to my universe of faucets and sinks and simply spray away the problem sauce. drop something? if no one sees it it never happened. assholes walk in 5 minutes before you close? yeah it sucks and they will pay with terrible service. oh life of the restaurant, what would my life be without your eyeopening experiences you provide?