A New Beginning

I miss blogging. I must admit that i enjoyed the weekly or bi-weekly release of telling the world things that they necessarily didn't need to hear.

It has been 172 days since i left the beautiful city of London and all the wonders that it had to offer me.

It is time to move on to a new topic of discussion. The grace period to grieve has occurred and i feel that it is now ok to move on and talk about life after London.

Today is Day 2 of training to become the "worlds best waitress". I put this in quotes because i seriously fear of failing at this be doing something like...

feeding someone allergic to fish crab -

and killing them-

and then ill go to jail -

and be forced to wear orange -

which just to be honest is not my color -

I plan to write about all life things in general. However, i feel that this new job is going to provide very humours anecdotes that should be shared.

So here are my thoughts so far on waitressing (a.k.a. things i learned about the food business)

1) Back in high school i was a Hostess at the a-bees (i now work at an unspecified restaurant because im not sure if im allowed to talk about my work online...so from now on i will refer to myplace of work as McYummy) and spent most of my time at the front of house mainly talking to the servers whose section was closest to mine. I never knew the wonders of the kitchen and "chill area"

ill preface this by saying that there isn't actually an area for the servers to hang out. Actually it isn't allowed to just hang about and chill and talk if you are on duty. This being said...

there is a servers area...and everyone hangs out there because its a section of tables that no one can see...basically it's awesome!

So i am studying for my test on day 1 in the "chill area" when one of the servers walks back into the kitchen with a plate of food..

about 10 minutes later this happens again

and then again

and then again

and then again

the 5th or 6th time this happens i watch him storm into the kitchen and hear

"the bitch at table 62...."

It made me laugh and made me realize

Servers talk behind our back

As a consumer it makes me wonder what servers have said about me - "the picky eater who wants to 86 almost everything from the order"

As a server...i find this wonderful. With only two days of serving under the belt i can already say that im going to start writing some quotes down because you want to hear them!!

2) the second thing is that the world is crazy

this is the other reason why i feel like having a blog about serving the hungry people of bloomington will be entertaining and sad

For Example:

So "Say Please Man", "I lost my larynx", and their three children walked into McYummy and sat down at one of my training tables. SCORE!!!

I understand that manners matter...but SPM should start a national campaign to teach children to be polite.

That is, of course, if we decide that children should learn out of fear.

Each time one of their children talked they had to say please and thank you. EVERYTIME

"I liked my water" - spawn #1

"I liked my water THANK YOU or you dont get more water" - SPM yells

SPM looks to ILML for support in this ...she says nothing

"I would like the kids mac and cheese" - spawn #3

"Please...how many times have we gone through this 'spawn name'" - SPM yells

SPM looks to ILML for support...she takes a sip of water and checks her phone

I respect teaching your children manners but i would prefer to see it in a way that wasn't influenced by a neo-nazi training camp.

So i just figured that sharing my day to day activities would interest some of you.

As i see it...serving is a required part of life as a theatre major. This is the beginning of one of my major life careers. Two days into it... i can already see that this profession will provide a great source for character study!