Karma, Curbside ToGo And Vagina Bags
YESTERDAY I GOT a call from Hugo asking me to switch sections with him that night. I told him I was on my way and that we'd talk about it once I was there. I was scheduled to be first cut, and switching with Hugo would have made me last cut, so I told him no...probably quicker than I've ever told anybody I wouldn't do them a favor (I tend to be a bit of a pushover in that I hate to dissapoint people).
Hugo, of course, wasn't happy with it. But after about an hour of waiting tables and taking ToGo orders, Fred told me that they couldn't get a hold of the SPG and wondered if I would Speegy with Brian for the night. I sort of hesitated with an answer, which he must of thought meant, "Hey, sure. No problem," and he wisked away to the front to change the board.
So, I went to helping Brian. However, I soon realized that I was still, by all technicalities, the ToGo guy. And low and behold, everytime I went to the front to see if I could help sit people the phone rang and I was back in the kitchen fixing orders. And more orders. And then, after that, some more orders just for fun. I'm not sure how Brian managed the front by himself on a Friday night, but he's been with the company for years now and I knew that if anyone could handle it, it'd be him.
Only after things finally died down, and I'd already taken most of the ToGo orders that were coming in for the night (including $90 tickets with $2 tips), did they make me permanent SPG with Brian; and as I walked to the host stand after my last order, and as he walked back from taking the last table off wait, we met at the bench by the door and collapsed.
Turns out, not only was I going to be Speegying that night, but they also needed me to close it down. In other words, I didn't leave till one in the morning...and Hugo laughed every minute of it. Till he left, of course, long before me.
Fred was nice about it, though, and told Eric to buy me dinner. Fred told me he appreciated everything I always did for them, and instead of thanking him I acted stupid and tried to make it a funny moment. Instead, I made it awkward.
Anyway, I ordered the most expensive thing on the menu and enjoyed it. To pass the time I got Nadya, the hispanic Salad Bar Lady, to teach me some words in Spanish. I was pretty good at the time, but by the end of the night I'd forgotten them all...I hope she doesn't test me.
Also, to top off the night, I discovered we were out of Vagina Bags. So now I have to get some gloves on and just dig each unwoven, menstral-stenched piece out, one by one. Oh God, I miss the Vagina Bags...
Hugo, of course, wasn't happy with it. But after about an hour of waiting tables and taking ToGo orders, Fred told me that they couldn't get a hold of the SPG and wondered if I would Speegy with Brian for the night. I sort of hesitated with an answer, which he must of thought meant, "Hey, sure. No problem," and he wisked away to the front to change the board.
So, I went to helping Brian. However, I soon realized that I was still, by all technicalities, the ToGo guy. And low and behold, everytime I went to the front to see if I could help sit people the phone rang and I was back in the kitchen fixing orders. And more orders. And then, after that, some more orders just for fun. I'm not sure how Brian managed the front by himself on a Friday night, but he's been with the company for years now and I knew that if anyone could handle it, it'd be him.
Only after things finally died down, and I'd already taken most of the ToGo orders that were coming in for the night (including $90 tickets with $2 tips), did they make me permanent SPG with Brian; and as I walked to the host stand after my last order, and as he walked back from taking the last table off wait, we met at the bench by the door and collapsed.
Turns out, not only was I going to be Speegying that night, but they also needed me to close it down. In other words, I didn't leave till one in the morning...and Hugo laughed every minute of it. Till he left, of course, long before me.
Fred was nice about it, though, and told Eric to buy me dinner. Fred told me he appreciated everything I always did for them, and instead of thanking him I acted stupid and tried to make it a funny moment. Instead, I made it awkward.
Anyway, I ordered the most expensive thing on the menu and enjoyed it. To pass the time I got Nadya, the hispanic Salad Bar Lady, to teach me some words in Spanish. I was pretty good at the time, but by the end of the night I'd forgotten them all...I hope she doesn't test me.
Also, to top off the night, I discovered we were out of Vagina Bags. So now I have to get some gloves on and just dig each unwoven, menstral-stenched piece out, one by one. Oh God, I miss the Vagina Bags...
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