I'm updating this a lot more frequently now

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Oy. Worked for 7 1/2 hours today- at Reynolds, which means standing/running around a lot. I'm kind of beat. I was test-running the hostess position for outdoor pub seating to figure out what should be on the job description, which is kind of a cool job in theory, but in practice means being a hostess without actually having been a hostess before, and in an area of the restaurant I'd never had occasion to get to know. >_< I did fine- it's all pretty intuitive and I'd typed and printed out signs with all the relevant rules in the past couple days, so I always knew how to answer people's questions- but I hate the occasional "hey I need x food item five seconds ago, can you fetch/prepare it for me?" requests I got hostessing because they're so prone to being fucked up due to inadequate information or someone making a bad call, and if I fuck it up and bring it out, the customer gets mad at me. It's the triple threat of being punished for something not my fault, having someone mad at me, and feeling like I fucked it up for someone else. That sort of thing happens much less when I'm busing in the restaurant- I do a decent amount of foodrunning then, but usually there's a manager there to mediate the request with more information/proper technique.

Bleeeegh. And then I stopped by the Reality party on the way home and it made me sad, as the Reality party on Saturday always does.