where would you like to sit?
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.