Shit. Only thing in my head right now is that song "Gim'me some money..." from "Don't tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead", but what the hell kinda title is that?

Jeez...
Got a lot to get out and it's all stuck behind "What do I call this, for Pete's sake?"

Aanyway...

The most important and different thing about this place and this job is ordering the food. They do it differently here than any place I've ever even heard of, let alone worked at, but it works so well.... whew.

There's no computer, thank Jesus himself, we use regular old waitress checks and the orders are MOSTLY standard breakfast fare.
BUT... after you write down the order at the table, off it goes into "Uniqueville".
First thing is ya hafta give the order to the cooks via microphone. With your voice all loud and shit back there.

Now, I ought not to have a problem with this, what with all the dispatching and karaoke I've done, but there is a huge difference. With dispatching, I didn't have a scanner in the room, so I didn't hafta hear myself that way. With karaoke, I can hear myself, BUT I've usually had a few Michs, so I don't care.
Here, I'm not half hit in the ass and I can hear me and it does make me feel all hot-faced and like I wanna giggle.

Next is the order that you have to use to give the food order to the cooks. They need to, want to and must hear it in the following order.... eggs, omelets, egg sandwiches, chipped beef, pancakes etc, sides, then toast. Get it wrong, and they will letcha know.
The REASON this is so important is because they don't use our dupes as a reference at all. The cooks don't take the checks and hang 'em up so they can keep checking them. What those guys do instead is hear and remember everything everybody tells them and they just cook the shit. So, if ya give them the order outta order, ya screw up their heads and then the whole line.

BUT... (again, with another 180... *giggle*), this is really a small thing they ask for what they do. Jeezus. They are fast AND they do the damned toast instead of us having to and they're owed the WORLD for that point alone, lemme tell ya... these guys are cool.

The only REAL problem with their system comes when dipshits decide to get creative with the menu. I can see where I'm gonna be having a LOT of material for here with that.... *raised eyebrow*

They have a pretty large, well-rounded menu. Why can't people just let it be? There's enough to choose from without this "egg whites" or "egg yolks" only shit (or worse), ya know? Give me a break. (At least for now, okay? Sheesh...)

I've found out that my schedule is gonna be pretty much 9-4, four days a week, which I love because I hate, truly even more than I hate whoever invented bras, having to try to be awake and coherant really early. I always have. Everyday of my LIFE in high school, I'd wake up and feel sick for about 3 hours. UNLESS, I had a warm Pepsi. For some unknown reason, that'd make me feel better.
But, I still hate very early morning. Even when it's the "end" of my day, as in: I was up all night, it's still the hardest part. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I was born at 8:15am, I dunno.

Anyhoo...
I've gotta go soon and get ready, actually. I'm there again today 9-1, off tomorrow and then I'm probably gonna be on Mon-Wed 9-4. I think. Off Thursday I know, I asked about that.

Oh and the reason for the title... or more, for the song stuck in my head....
Usually, when you're being trained, when you finally get to pick up a few tables, you get to keep the tip, too.
Well, not here, apparently... *heh*.

Mostly, I don't care. It's not like it was a lot of tables (only 4) or a ton of cash, but... it's just that I am so fuckin' broke from first buying the jeans and sweats for possibly working at the store, and then not waiting til I had made some cash from this place but just going out and getting the uniform shit I needed, that I can't even pay attention. (Broke/pay "attention"?... Yeah, lame pun intended again... lol)

I THINK that today I'll be picking up both tables and tips. If not.... *thinks for a few*... if not, I truly am not sure what I'm gonna do. Besides not get all twisted over it, I mean. It's the last amount of time there is for now for us to be this broke, so naturally, it's gotta get as squeaky tight as possible, but.... I need to pick up BOTH today.
(Please, God?)

eggs, omelets, egg sandwiches, chipped beef, pancackes etc, sides, then toast.
Right.
Got it.
*grin*

Peace, y'all....

Posted by: Stevie at 07:57 AM

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