Sunday, July 20, 2003 Robocop es party dog numero uno, and I'll be your server today
I got to the mall where my new job is located early, because, you know, I didn't want to be late. I was like, 15 minutes early, and that was all wrong. I sat in the car and read for the surplus time. Towards the end of that time, some teenagers sped through the parking lot in a yellow jeep and parked catecorner to me, sitting creepily in the tinted station wagon. I was deathly afraid they would be new co-workers. I tried to glance at them surreptitiously, but I ended up just eying them from under my beetling brows, I think. Every damn thing I do turns out creepy. My fetus was secretly injected with Buscemi genes.
The little girl of the couple was indeed a new co-worker. I had to think about that for my whole 2 hour class on how to upsell appetizers and shit.
At the end of the class, one of the other new servers asked me what she should do with her unfinished drink. I told her to take it to the dish area and dump it in the bucket provided, and that if there was no bucket she could dump it on the counter. The dish counter, when I was the Dish Rommel, at least, is filthy. This is because people keep putting dirty dishes on it. It is also wet. This is because people put wet things on it. Also, because nobody ever remembers to dump the bucket when the restaurant is busy. Also, it's a little bucket.
Well! Somebody had a problem with that. One of the bussers looked at me and the new recruit and he said, "No! Don't ever dump it on the counter."
"Yeah, but sometimes there's no bucket," I said.
"There's alwaysa bucket," he said. "If I catch anybody dumping their glasses on the counter, I'll hurt them in some specified physical manner."
"You take a hard line approach to this," I said.
"There's always a bucket," he said. Then he turned on his heel and left. He is my first work enemy. posted by Frenz | 7/20/2003 10:41:00 PM
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