Training: Day #1
First time in the Leilani's outfit doing Leilani's type things. I figured out almost immediately why my uniform made me look like a man. I thought maybe the bathroom mirror was bubbly or something, but nope careful observation by yours truly led me to find out that it is indeed a man's shirt. Even as a size small it made me look square and dumpy. And I know that I definitely do not have a square frame. So, I knew they were low on work shirts, but I didn't realize that they were THAT low. Blah.
I was a food runner for a little while under the tutelage of two dudes from California. I don't know why but the stereotype for California dudes (you can only use "guys" for males that are from a more eastern part of the U.S.) is that they sound like they've been smoking out all day and have forgotten how to talk to people. Or maybe it's all the sunshine. It definitely bleaches their hair and I'm convinced somehow impairs their speech as everything is laconic and sleepy-sounding. That and every time they responded to something I'd say with a "right on". However, they were nice dudes, at least the one dude, and they did help me.
The key to success and ultimate happiness this summer will be to make friends. Somehow I think I might be on the right track, yet I'm not sure because everyone is just so damn friendly. And not in the southern-hospitality way. For example today, I literally had just finished shaking hands with a girl and in the next immediate movement she was displaying a picture of Betty Boop masturbating on her phone. Sure, I laughed out of politeness because that's the southern way, but I was too shocked to laugh for real. Of course, it was hilarious, but the only time I would expect something like that would probably be from Joseph and some random internet site he managed to scrounge up. Then this same girl, plus another hostess and I all talked about their families' respective histories of breast cancer. And also when this Betty Boop girl should be getting her next mammogram. I mean, I guess I should be flattered because she included me in the conversation, or only maybe she was being nice to include me and really I was in the way. I want to believe that everyone is genuinely this nice and friendly and sharing, but it always sends off a tiny red flag. Why? I dunno.
One thing I know I'll miss this summer is that all of the available times I have to talk to my friends they'll probably be asleep. Five hours is a considerable amount of time. And the one person I want to talk to the most is 12 hours away. No good. Sigh.
Alas, I must sleep now as I am training a double tomorrow and have packet full of cocktail garnishes to memorize, along with table numbers. Fuck all that!
I was a food runner for a little while under the tutelage of two dudes from California. I don't know why but the stereotype for California dudes (you can only use "guys" for males that are from a more eastern part of the U.S.) is that they sound like they've been smoking out all day and have forgotten how to talk to people. Or maybe it's all the sunshine. It definitely bleaches their hair and I'm convinced somehow impairs their speech as everything is laconic and sleepy-sounding. That and every time they responded to something I'd say with a "right on". However, they were nice dudes, at least the one dude, and they did help me.
The key to success and ultimate happiness this summer will be to make friends. Somehow I think I might be on the right track, yet I'm not sure because everyone is just so damn friendly. And not in the southern-hospitality way. For example today, I literally had just finished shaking hands with a girl and in the next immediate movement she was displaying a picture of Betty Boop masturbating on her phone. Sure, I laughed out of politeness because that's the southern way, but I was too shocked to laugh for real. Of course, it was hilarious, but the only time I would expect something like that would probably be from Joseph and some random internet site he managed to scrounge up. Then this same girl, plus another hostess and I all talked about their families' respective histories of breast cancer. And also when this Betty Boop girl should be getting her next mammogram. I mean, I guess I should be flattered because she included me in the conversation, or only maybe she was being nice to include me and really I was in the way. I want to believe that everyone is genuinely this nice and friendly and sharing, but it always sends off a tiny red flag. Why? I dunno.
One thing I know I'll miss this summer is that all of the available times I have to talk to my friends they'll probably be asleep. Five hours is a considerable amount of time. And the one person I want to talk to the most is 12 hours away. No good. Sigh.
Alas, I must sleep now as I am training a double tomorrow and have packet full of cocktail garnishes to memorize, along with table numbers. Fuck all that!