Monthly Archives: October 2008

grumpy men and mean women

Hi guys and girls.  sorry i havent been on the blogging front for the last while but i have been working very hard in the resturant and i have been doing is working and than going home to cathc my few winks of sleep than going to work and than doing the whole thing all over again.


Now folks as you may or may not know i am a bartender/ waitress for a very nice resturant in my hometown.  I will not say names to protect privacy lets say this my place serves the most delious food and drink without bankrumpanting the irish customer  (i was actually told ages back we are ib a resession period so therefore we cant go out and enjoy dinner)  i think thats just an excuse not to go out if anything.

With the trade that i am in you get to meet in the most nicest and interesting people ever.  During my long time of working in different places when it comes to the resturant trade you can meet some funny people.  i use to work in a hotel and this guy came up to me dressed as charlie chaplin and gave me a rose.  That was so cute another time was doing a friends wedding.  My friend had the great idea of getting married abroad and than showing his friends back in ireland the wedding service on dvd.  thats a brillant idea and they had the reception in the hotel and played brillant music by the scissor sisters and prefab sproat brillant 80s band if you dont know them check them out.


Its also a great way of finding out if you like the hotel trade you stick with it i have to say i love it my collegues hate.  they would alsways moan to me its long hours and there is never enough drinking time.  One person said to me last year im only doing this to get me through college.  Its all grand and nice saying that i will only do this job to get me through college but a question always does pop in my head when people my age say that.  What will you do when you finish college how will you use your degree to do diddly swoat.  Hmm i would say with a scarcastic smile on my face.  I have to say i love the resturant trade.  the hours do bug me at times but the money is good.  without getting into figures i make a good wage i should do for the hours and work i do.


Dont get me wrong i am still in college carving out a safe career in computers but the idea of 9 to 5 bores me to death.  I mean when you work 9 to 5 i find it some how resticting coz you meet the same people everyday the same thing happens and guess what its boring.  restuarnt work in cool and fun at the same time.  No 2 days are the same and the craic you have with your co workers and customers alike is 90.  its so cool you get to meet different people and have a laugh and in my case like my fellow workers get fed a nice meal at the end of my shift.  I could never find faults in the job even if i could ok well it does bother me that i work weekends it does bother me that i dont seem to have a life outside the resturant.  but you deal with it in your own way.  I deal with it by talking to my other half.  How was your day he would ask me i could either give 2 answers yes it was good busy had a laugh table 5 had a henparty and i shared a joke with the bride to be regading the honeymoon palns or answer 2 night was totally shite and your man at table 3 said that his steak wasnt cooked right and he said i was rude to him.  i just deal with it in the way i have always dealt with it.  Just go somewhere private and scream not loudly of course but in a way where you feel all the drama has gone.  here is a tip for my girlys this really helps if its that time of the month.

So i had one of those scream at the top of your lungs moments twice this week.  Why oh why im still asking that question.  A couple of shifts ago i came in and got my bar ready to go.  get it all set up and get ready for the night shift.  When who do i see before my manager who owns the resturant come in with a friend.  i had to shift it up a gear and work really hard and fast by 10 fold.  my jesus that was not easy i look like a guinea pig of coke running round making little squeks and carrying stuff.  My heart rate was all over the shop and i felt like death.  i think if death came into my resturant he would put his cold clammy hand on my shoulder and say its time.  i would just look at him and say no tonights not good enough for me but you can have any drink on the house if you spare my young innocent soul and thank god he did.  (thats a joke by the way but it wasnt a joke when the following thing happened).

This old gentleman was placed on a table by the bar.  A fellow waiter took his order and with that dropped down the food.  I was doing my own thing getting a drink ready when i dropped the glass at the sheer horror of this sight.  The poor man started to dribble his food i nearly got sick but i had compassion for this person.  But my compassion soon turned to anger when the following thing happened.  how do you say he had an accident at his table.  now picture this guys and girls your out for the night with the other half romance and drink is aflowing when you see this pissed as a fart man having an accident.  i dont remember what exactly happened but i know that the man had to be ezcorted from the building.  I was horrified to say the least and was really gald i want on the floor at the time coz if i was on the floor at that time i would have burst into tears.  Not joking you kids.

My second customer came in the shape and form of three ladies and 2 small children.  I knew by looking at them they would be trouble.  The woman looked so up tight if her hubby asked he for sex she would bark no at him.  So i had the great pleasure of serving them and to say the least im glad i made it home one piece and i am writing this blog to tell the tale.  I served them their drinks and they ordered food of me.  i dropped the food down to the customers when wifey gave me a look that made me turn to stone and turned my nips to glass.  Where do i start wifey barked at me that i got her order wrong.  now in my defense i didnt get the order wrong 1 2 we only serve fresh ingredeints in each of our meals that we sell in the resturant and 3 never ask a child if they fancy a slice of really expenseive parma ham on their pizza.  This was the most pain i have ever since i lost my cherry.  Serving these people was like having sex for the first time its really exciting in the begining but when you get into it it really hurts its uncomfortable and you wonder why you bother.


I love children as much as the next person i love playing with them telling them stories and making the cuddly toys talk.  Yes you know the funny voices that people put on when they make pepper pig or ragdy andy talk.  well i love doing that.  But explaing to a child what parma ham is like its like telling a blind man how to paraell park.  its gets hard and can be so frustraiting and you are left wondering why do you bother.


But i have to say i love the restuarnt trade yes it can be a nasty bitchy mistress when you dont pay enough attention to her but she will love you lots when you put in the effort and try and have a good time.


Hope you all enjoy this blog folks and feel free to share any interesting stories with me.


Posted by on 10/07/2008 in Resturant Trade