testing mobile posting

I know, it’s been forever since we’ve posted anything. I’m hoping to change that, since I finally got a phone capable of not only going online, but also of easy typing. And no, alas, it is not an iPhone, but I’m loving it anyway.

Season has been slowing down early this year. Doom-and-gloomers have been predicting everything from the end of the world to economic meltdown. Or it could be that Easter is early this year, which is what I’m assuming.

More soon.

Pay attention!

I’m sitting at The Abyss enjoying a cup of cappuccino. Unfortunately the wireless access here is locked, so I will have to post this later.

It was a typical busy Friday night- lots of people running around panicking, but overall it was fairly smooth. I was in a decent section, but for some reason kept getting cheap people Everyone was talking politics (something I always smile enigmatically about and ignore) and no one was buying decent wine, but at least they were mostly friendly.

Except for my last table. Extremely cheap, two of the four had appetizers as entrees. The women were obnoxious; one of the men had to actually tell his wife to stop talking so that he could hear me. And then it came time for dessert. Our restaurant is one of the many that now offer trendy mini desserts; not a difficult concept to sell in theory. Official steps of service say that we have to bring over the tray of desserts to further entice diners into buying one, so that’s what I was doing. I explained each dessert in detail, and the women talked over me. They them had me repeat the entire thing. They then asked about each dessert three times.

People frustrate the crap out of me sometimes.

Jesus is coming… everyone look busy!

Things have been so crazy busy lately.  So much so, I’m not really sure where to start.

Hmm…

I guess I’ll just go with what this blog is really supposed to be about… my job.

Testing mobile blogger

I’m trying out a mobile blogging program on my iPod Touch… Thought it might be a nice way to kill time at work.
Speaking of work, I haven’t been there a lot lately. A lot of photography work has fallen in my lap, which is fantastic, but makes for boring restaurant blogging. I’ve honestly been tuning out all the drama, and it has made my life much less stressful. I’m sure that’ll change as we move into the holiday season!
All for now.

betrayal

[quick note- way too tired to proofread what I just wrote, so it may or may not make sense!  I'll check tomorrow and change any random grammar mistakes, etc.]

Tonight the entire staff was called in early to have a shift meeting.  Manager Tron expressed a lot of things; essentially he was very unhappy about some of the clique-y drama that has been going on in the restaurant lately.

I try to stay out of cliques. I’m pretty friendly with everyone, even if they do some things that make me frustrated.  Apparently, on Tuesday night [a night that I did not work, and neither did Manager Tron] one of the host staff said something very inappropriate about Lana, who is not my favorite person in the world.  Despite that, she still didn’t deserve to be told “Stay away from the host stand or I swear to god, I will snap you like the fucking twig that you are.”  That’s just not… Christ, it’s so elementary-school, I can’t even begin to understand how it got to that point.

So I try to stay out of it.  Keep my head above water, keep my mind out of the rushing river of rumor [ooh, alliteration, how complex of me].  I was working on my tables, trying to make a little money tonight, when my phone rings.  It’s Boyfriend, who never calls during a shift unless it’s important, so I duck into the linen closet to take the call.  He has something interesting, if infuriating, to tell me.

A whole lot of nothing.

It’s one of those aspects of life that I always find so hard to grasp.  How can time go by so slowly for so long, and suddenly speed up to the point where I’m wondering what happened to August?  October 11th.  Unbelievable.

On the good side of this is that I’ve been getting a lot of photography work, which is making the restaurant look like my second job instead of vice versa.  Oh, don’t get me wrong.  I’m not even close to being in a position to leave the restaurant industry.  But… it really is nice to be making more from my degree than from my ability to pour iced tea.

Politics at the restaurant are becoming heated, and for once I don’t mean internal politics.  Two nights ago Manager Tron and Host Drew, both handsome, gentle, sweet (flamingly) gay men started having a shouting match about politics at the host stand– at about 9:00 pm, which is still “open for business” in our world.  Tron is the definition of a conservative Republican while Drew is as far left as Democrats get.  The thing that struck me funny about all this (other than the ranting and name calling, which was hilarious in itself) is that one of the big issues they were arguing about was abortion rights.  (Maybe I’m the only one who thinks that gay men aruging about abortion rights is funny; but damnit, it’s funny.)

Things have been pretty quiet otherwise.  I’m growing extremely familiar with my camera backpack and the various pockets– probably because I’ve been wearing it more often than not as of late.  It’s fall, and this means one other thing: the only television shows I like are back on.  Conveniently enough, Boyfriend decided that now would be a good time to outfit our only flat-panel-television-less room with a beautiful new Samsung, so we can each watch something in a different room and even have a room left over for guests and/or hobos.  Sweet.

Hopefully something interesting will happen at work tomorrow– like making a ton of money.  I will definitely post if I make a ton of money.  Now, however, is time to go make all the TVs function with the new cable boxes Boyfriend picked up this afternoon.  And then… ice cream.  Nite nite.

Let the hunt begin!

Ever since I got back from my wonderful and amazing vacation (thanks Jane and Boy!), life at the crappy corporate chain has just, well, sucked.  Scheduling has been totally screwy, communication between the different areas of the restaurant has been nonexistent, everyone has been slacking in their sidework and teamwork has been pretty much nonexistent.

Away to wine country…

Yeah, I wish.  Need I say that the wine contest in our company was a bit skewed?  It ended up that the “winner”, who was able to count wine sales from many private parties with multiple servers ringing under her number, couldn’t go on the trip.  Couldn’t go.  What!?  It’s a free vacation!  What the hell!?

So… I am annoyed once more with The Abyss for their strange view on things, and yet almost happy for the girl who does get to go.  Her life pretty much sucks, so I guess it’s good that she’ll get to escape for a few days.  Although… I wonder if she could have gone if I hadn’t text messaged answers to test questions while she was taking the wine test… whoops, did I say that out loud?

Sigh.  Hard to feel corrupt in a corrupt environment.

and I’d like to thank Hanna and Ike…

…for making this vacation possible.  =D

I’m writing out this post curled up on the couch of our own lovely DisdainJane down in the south east Florida coastline.  It’s 86 degrees and the skies are a clear gorgeous blue.  Bob Marley plays quietly out of my laptop speakers, singing songs of peace and freedom from worry.

Leave it to me to take a vacation to Florida at the peak of hurricane season, but we seem to have truly lucked out.  Hanna went north and landed a couple days before our flight came in and now Ike seems to be headed underneath us, possibly hitting the Keys and Cuba.  Sure the next few days will be pretty rainy, but I think we’ve really lucked out so far.  With eight days to go on this trip, there’s still plenty of time for working on my tan and soaking up some beautiful Florida beaches.

Alarm clock?

I eased out of sleep today, stretching and coming back to the waking world slowly, feeling well rested.  I eased across the bed to Boyfriend, who stirred slightly, murmured and blinked his eyes.  I smile at him and he squints slowly.

“What time are you supposed to be at work?” he asks.

Slow motion panic sets in.  I fumble for my phone and turn on the display.  2:51 pm lights up cheerily, and I feel that weight of inevitability sink into the pit of my stomach.

“I’m supposed to be at work in nine minutes,” I say, not fully understanding my own words.  “Nine minutes.  What… do I do?”

Needless to say, this was an exciting way to start my day.  Things went fairly smoothly through the rest of the shift, with the usual mild chaos associated with a holiday weekend.  Now that I’m home, I’ve calmed down, finished organizing my office, and updated my various internet stuff.  One more shift until my “weekend”.

Lots of interesting things happening soon… and the first fun thing is Lillian and her girl visiting, starting Saturday!  Maybe I’ll get to post something before then… and maybe she will too.