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My frustration was boiling over with my min. 5 page identity essay. I ran out of printer paper. I brought my lap top to class (pierce college should have wireless internet, bah), and Mr. Gonzales who I could bash on right now but wont because it is almost expected, made me go print it out. I went to the student store (nice place! Just built this last year, one of my favorite places on campus) to buy a disc, and came out with two. I run to the learning center in which I could print out my paper. The man who is working tell me that I need a printing card. Back to the student store which isn't close. I buy a printing card and return to the learning center. I notice that I don't have a disc drive, only a CD burner. So I run back to... THE STUDENT STORE. I ask to trade the Discs for the CD's and he drops the, "No returns, no exchanges" line. At that moment a uncontrollable fire burned within my eyes. I said above room level voice emphatically, " Really... I want to killsomeone!". I think he understood then my frustration with my repetitive journies so he exchanged them for me. I run then back again to the... learning center. I try my hardest to burn this CD with "fatal errors" as the CD's that pierce sells are too crappy to burn any information. I am not 45 minutes into this process. I walk back into the class, slam my things onto the desk and leer at Mr.Gonzales. "Problems?", he asks with a small sympathetic, but guilty smile. "HA!", I retort. "Don't worry about it". Don't worry about it? *SMACK*
I went to work last night at the restaurant that I work at, Tempo, a Mediterranian restaurant. I am a hostess. I work with a waitress named Lihi. Her sister came in as she used to work there, and looked at me, called me to a barbie (laughable), and told me I would be perfect to replace another girl whom she had just hired for a job serving drinks and tube shots. "You ever hold a tray?", she asked. I said no. It was a slow night, and wednesdays usually are so I sat down to eat as well. Anat, another waitress co-worker of mine was not working and slightly sick came into eat a quick dinner. She grabbed a tray, laughed, and said, "Let's play waitress". I walked around for about ten minutes,and I didn't even break anything, thank goodness. This environment is so lax. Justo, my manager, comes of the kitchen with 6 lemons the size of softballs on a tray and says, "this is how you know if they are a really good waitress. If they don't roll all over the place". We all walked a few laps with the lemons and I passed, for this weekend on saturday I am doing just this. $100 for 5-6 hours sound fine with me! She questioned my ability to get people to drink. This shouldn't be difficult. ;)
I went to work last night at the restaurant that I work at, Tempo, a Mediterranian restaurant. I am a hostess. I work with a waitress named Lihi. Her sister came in as she used to work there, and looked at me, called me to a barbie (laughable), and told me I would be perfect to replace another girl whom she had just hired for a job serving drinks and tube shots. "You ever hold a tray?", she asked. I said no. It was a slow night, and wednesdays usually are so I sat down to eat as well. Anat, another waitress co-worker of mine was not working and slightly sick came into eat a quick dinner. She grabbed a tray, laughed, and said, "Let's play waitress". I walked around for about ten minutes,and I didn't even break anything, thank goodness. This environment is so lax. Justo, my manager, comes of the kitchen with 6 lemons the size of softballs on a tray and says, "this is how you know if they are a really good waitress. If they don't roll all over the place". We all walked a few laps with the lemons and I passed, for this weekend on saturday I am doing just this. $100 for 5-6 hours sound fine with me! She questioned my ability to get people to drink. This shouldn't be difficult. ;)