where would you like to sit?
I'm sweating.
I don't normally sweat, but the combination of nerves and running to work in an unpractical-although proffesional-pencil skirt and heels has me immitating the Niagra Falls.
Within moments I'm told a million important things to remember. I'm shown my hostess desk, the phone I'll answer for two restaurants, the seating, the kitchens and the bathrooms.
The first time I answer the phone I press a button and fail to answer the call. Shit, shit, shit.
The next time I smile through the phone, "Gillian speaking, how may I help you?"
I get the hang of things, although the rushed atmosphere all around still has me sweating. Did I mention I rarely sweat? I'm either nervous or I've hit menopause early.
Luckily I still prove myself to be competent. Yes, I did give the dessert menu to a table still on their appetizers, but I charmed the hell out of some other customers.
I like the rush. Time goes by quickly with the busy pace and I have fun trying to keep up. I like the smell of food in the air, the sight of plentiful plates sweeping past me, and the setting of the tables. I like that I have my own desk, my own candle, and a job that allows me to talk to everyone.
It's a year of new beginnings and commitments. Breaking into the restaurant industry has been on my to-do list for a while, and I'm happy to start anywhere.
Now if I can manage to balance school, work, money, play, and hopefully some sort of twisted love life, I'll take myself out to dinner.
I don't normally sweat, but the combination of nerves and running to work in an unpractical-although proffesional-pencil skirt and heels has me immitating the Niagra Falls.
Within moments I'm told a million important things to remember. I'm shown my hostess desk, the phone I'll answer for two restaurants, the seating, the kitchens and the bathrooms.
The first time I answer the phone I press a button and fail to answer the call. Shit, shit, shit.
The next time I smile through the phone, "Gillian speaking, how may I help you?"
I get the hang of things, although the rushed atmosphere all around still has me sweating. Did I mention I rarely sweat? I'm either nervous or I've hit menopause early.
Luckily I still prove myself to be competent. Yes, I did give the dessert menu to a table still on their appetizers, but I charmed the hell out of some other customers.
I like the rush. Time goes by quickly with the busy pace and I have fun trying to keep up. I like the smell of food in the air, the sight of plentiful plates sweeping past me, and the setting of the tables. I like that I have my own desk, my own candle, and a job that allows me to talk to everyone.
It's a year of new beginnings and commitments. Breaking into the restaurant industry has been on my to-do list for a while, and I'm happy to start anywhere.
Now if I can manage to balance school, work, money, play, and hopefully some sort of twisted love life, I'll take myself out to dinner.
posted by Gillian Young at 8:38 PM
4 Comments:
Sounds like you are off to a great start. I think this restaurant is lucky to have you.
I am so happy that you are still blogging. You will be brilliant at that job, and I'm sure the other aspects of life will fall into place. The heels must be a killer, though.
You seem to be off on a great start of another incredible year. I'm looking forward to hear more of your adventures. I am glad you have kept on blogging and certainly hope to keep your feed on my daily reading list.
Good luck in what seems to be another exciting city!
Thanks guys, my nerves are going crazy these days, but all in all it's all going well!
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