Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The Newest Venture



I'm afraid I'll be stuck with my intense little part time job for awhile.

I'm finally getting the hang of it without wanting to expire from the pressure, but it's still not my idea of a good time. Today, too many cashiers were scheduled, so I was asked to bus tables instead. No problem. But B-0-R-I-N-G after the high level adrenlin rush of taking food orders and running around like a maniac, filling them - here or to go? what kind (of 20) bagel? what kind of cream cheese? sliced and toasted? Do you want that sandwich grilled? What's that? you want to substitute three other things, why certainly, Sir! No lettuce, no tomato, no onion, but you'll have fontina cheese, spicy mustard, and extra chicken. No problem! Oy. It's just exhausting.

I finally learned how to make a mango smoothie, a caramel mocha, a cappachino and how to use the machines: the bagel cutter,(turn it off when you've finished!) the bread slicer,(one machine for texas toast, another for regular), the bagel/bread moving toaster, (run them through twice, it's not hot enough!), balancing the cash drawer (before and after the shift), the various sized bags and boxes (special box for cupcakes, don't use that!) and memorized the names and types of pastries, bagels, breads and all the little icons and names on the fancy computer cash register. Figure out how to ring up the hidden items for sale, like The Wall Street Journal! Don't forget to ask for their rewards card. Don't forget to assign a number in a holder for their table (for food delivery) or a first name if the food is to go. Don't forget that not all the soups are always available, so look at the menu on the wall, to verify the customer's soup request. On and on and on it goes.



Sweeping the floor, restocking the dishes and cups and plasticware, relining the garbage cans, making vats of coffee, time-stamping souffles and coffee so that nothing gets stale, cooking souffles in a huge oven, and putting them in little serving cups; refilling cream and milk containers, getting the manager for any and all out of the ordinary transactions (which are many).

On and on and on it goes.

But you get used to it.

OR I could do THIS:

The Lucky Pauper's Editor

Hey, wish me luck?!

Better yet, send me some business! :-)

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