So I went into the cafe today to get a copy of the menu for tomorrow night where I am filling for Jasper at Luke’s request. Not only was the menu not written, but nothing had been ordered. A sell out crowd and no food to feed them. Jasper is fucking his job up more than usual to try and make my night shit, screwing Luke over for his own petty gains.

 

…and stuff…

 So if you’re still paying attention, you may have noticed that I haven’t written a post in a very long time. This is because my browser crashed and I lost all my saved passwords so I couldn’t log on automatically. I have only just discovered that the password was emailed to my old internet account, which I never check.

So, a brief outline of what’s been going on in my world, highlights and lowlights.

I’ve been going out on the weekends, without Ben. He hasn’t made contact since returning from Cairns and everytime that I have he’s been to busy so I guess he’s just not that into me. Time to move on. One time, while walking home from a big night out, I was crossing the Story Bridge. Low and behold there was this guy trying to climb over the fence to jump so I talked him down.

Work is still work, only I’m getting next to no hours so I think I’m going to have to find a new job. I’ve been keeping in contact with Luke, Jasper is running the place into ground as usual. If he doesn’t get rid of Jasper I fear that the place will close after Christmas. Everytime I go into the cafe it pisses Jasper off no end, he slams doors and gets all shitty. I love it. Luke has also asked if he can put me on as a casual staff member when Jasper isn’t working, which Jasperfound very threatening. Or at least that’s what I assume from the fact that he’s been going about spreading lies (thank you for your concern, but no, I am not a drug addict).
It’s my birthday next week, so I’m planning to go to dinner at the restaurant with some friends, have the degustation, get drunk and go out or something.

Anyway I have to go and get ready for work, VIP late night shopping tonight so I have a late shift. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone at the restaurant.

 

It’s not like I’ve been lying down on the job…

Today is a busy day at work. I’m on my break now and glad that a majority of the day is almost over. Luke has been busy reading all day, and while Jasper has been upstairs sleeping and I’ve been downstairs running the show. In all fairness Jasper didn’t spend all day sleeping at work, after the lunch rush came and went he came down to take a single order before returning upstairs, not that I’m bitter or anything.

While we’re on the subject of fuck-ups I think it’s only fair to examine mine today. First of all I didn’t take the telephone number of a booking simply because I knew that they were only ten minutes away so wern’t likely to cancel. Secondly I recieved an order from next door for a pasta. The pasta costs $10 and comes with a side of salad. They asked for the pasta without the salad which I duitfully supplied only to have to take it beck because they didn’t want to pay that much for the meal. Unbeknown to me we don’t charge them full price for meals, so this gave Jasper more ammunition to fire at me. After such a busy day with no support I feel like shit. Something I think it would just be easier to walk in front of a bus (don’t worry, I have no intentions of doing that, it’s just an idle thought).

 

…and NOW I remember…

Last nights service was great fun. Jasper called Del in on her day off because he thought that three tables of two would be too much for him to handle. Yes, my eyes ARE rolling while I type this. So Del and I had a lot of fun in the kitchen while packing up as there wasn’t much to do. At one stage I had both my hands as wel as my arms covered in chocolate sauce, I’ve turned to Del and waved cheerily and said “Say hi to your mum for me!” We were in hysterics for the rest of the night until I left at about 11:30 pm. As I was walking home I was regretting leaving the cafe.

This morning however: This morning was the busiest day we’ve had all week. Many people have avoided comming into the CBD due to the huge traffic jams that have covered the city due to the riverside expressway being closed for repairs. So it was that I was running both the kitchen and the floor on my own with walls of dockets ahead of me.

According to one docket I was so busy that it took twenty-five minutes for a toasted sandwich to come up. Jasper was of course ‘busy’ doing his ‘paperwork’ (i.e. invitations for his 21st birthday) upstairs again. I’ve worked in bigger places that do NOT take forty hours each week to manage, especially as he does neither the banking, rostering or the payroll. The customers were quite understanding about the delays because they could see that I was running and I was the only person working, but there was no reason why it should have been that way.

After the lunch rush I made myself a salad sandwich and passed around a birthday card for the staff to sign as it’s Luke’s birthday. As it turns out the only person who was unwilling to sign the card was Jasper. Another staff member told me later that Jasper had made up a card and had all the staff sign it, but at no stage was I told about this card nor given a chance to sign it. I grew so sick of this petty, childish vendetta that I’m glad to be leaving again.

Anyway Del and I are going to hit the club circuit tonight it would seem, so hopefully I can put all my troubles aside for a short while.

 

1, 2, 3…

Testing, testing, this is very testing…

Yes, I have indeed been convinced to open up my own blog rather than bore others needlessly. I feel like I have accomplished something by muddling my way around to get this thing up and running (I hope) with the aid of my friend Colin. I would link to his exciting page, but alas I’m out of blu-tack and I am not quite so sure as to how I would make a link. That being said I am still patting myself on the back for adding this to my list of household chores. It makes me feel rather like Martha Stewart, but, ya know, without the hard jail time, the prision sex, that whole making crystal meth in the bathtub thing and the billions of American dollars, as well as legions of adoring fans and, well, I’m sure you get the idea…
Well, I guess I should probably start by telling you about my day: After I brokered a lasting peace deal in the middle east and eliminated world hunger I went and slaved myself for the mimimum wage for a few hours at work. Luke’s mother was visiting for Luke’s birthday, happy birthday Luke; I quit! I feel bad for Luke, but if I stay much longer I fear that I will physically hurt Jasper.

The tale of the mystery soup:

Cleaning out the secondary fridge today we found a 50L pot of mystery soup. No one knows how long it has been in there, nor what it consists of, or even what purpose it was created for. It was frozen, which is probably what saved it from acquiring an aluminium taste (ergh) so I defrosted it in order to ascetain the quality of it. Curiously enough when I asked Jasper about it he pretended to have no idea, which is odd as he was the one who made it.

On the new job:

By this time next week I will have finished my first day at the new job where I will be a hot cook (yes, you can all hold your applause and giggles until the end of the paragraph). While I have had some experience in this type of job I always find myself rather anxiety-racked every time I am about to start something new. Furthermore I wonder how exactly I am going to survive, for while I will recieve a higher rate of pay I will be doing far less hours. I have three choices: a) skimp and scrape; b) get a second job (I have an in (no, not THAT kind of in! Well, actually, erm, nevermind!) with a guy at another cafe); c) go back to the restaurant and admit defeat. I tend not to think of ‘become unemployed and starve to death’ as an option.

<A href="http://www.therapyinthemaking.co.uk">Colin Brooks</A>