  jonah day at work yesterday, i was so excited to go out that i barely wanted to work. since i am taking today off (dragonboat practice and then a thank-you party for vietnamese association volunteers for multicultural), i had to work alone yesterday so k would agree to work alone today.
for some reason (i hope it's just the heat), i can barely handle being at work. and the hardest part that is constantly testing my mettle is suppressing the constant urge to whine about being bored and tired. i can't be bored because i don't actually have the face the restaurant as long as my mother or certain my father does. i don't even have to think of it on monday through thursday. i also can't be tired because i don't work as long hours as they do nor do i have to suffer the entire time in the kitchen - the dining area is very comfortably air-conditioned. for what waitress isn't this true: tips are the lifeline. sometimes i fear that i walk around with dollar signs for eyes and that it shows.
i'm afraid that unless i actually know a customer to like them, everyone else is just the source for more pocket change. i hope this attitude doesn't translate in somehow worse service - i don't think it usually does. yesterday it was so warm that the bar fridge didn't work. warm pop is okay because it's served on ice but beer that wasn't chilled as normal... that was simply a pain and i was constantly terrified someone would simply return a beer for not being properly chilled.
mum and i were really working against each other because was have "philosophical" battles on how to serve people. she was all bent up serving a table with regular customers and coincidentally a patron who couldn't understand how to read (extended) instructions on an interac pinpad was causing all of our operations to get backed up. we overlooked a table for taking their order (i think they had less patience than some other people would have) and they notified us to our oversight and left. i really do hope they will return and we won't screw up again! finally, an old, old woman with decided smoker's voice was really nasty to me: she croaked to me from across the room in a very nasty manner, "little gurrrl! " (if you had seen her, you would have seen that she's only two-thirds of my height. ) "if you don't see to getting some food here in five minutes, we're leaving!
" whoops. i can't empathize with old people so i just try to treat them with as much respect as i feel is merited based on how they treat me back. but some old people drive me up a wall with their demands and crankiness and arrogance! that is why i was so excited to go out after work! urlLink read more.... 
