So today was the start of my job. Wooh!
I work at a mom-and-pop type restaurant in the tiny town of Burlington, Illinois. It's a more upscale restaurant, though not too much - to put it in perspective, you get a microwaved loaf of bread as the appetizer, and there's a free-range salad bar.
My job as a bus girl is on several fronts. In the kitchen, I wrap the silverware in 'greens' [green cloth napkins], prep the butter dishes that go with the bread [eight butter packs and four margarines per bowl], refill the salad bar stuff, and assist in making desserts. On the outside, I put a glass, a silverware set, and a small salad dish on the table per number of customers ['2 at 4!' means two people at table four; there's fifteen tables in the whole joint], wipe up the tables once people leave, clear dishes whilst people eat, refill water glasses, and serve bread.
Right, so I haven't done all [or even most] of those things by myself. Yet. But yes.
I worked for two hours, completing the first section of my tutorial. For the first half hour-ish, I was extremely anxious and spaztastic, since I was essentially thrown in on one of their busiest nights. I shadowed my friend, and by the end of the hour, I was chilled out more and actually assisting in tasks rather than watching. For the last hour, I did things by myself, such as zap and serve bread, clean tables, refill salad bar things, and filling up this cheese...thing...my hands smell like chedder...Anyways, I was able to get in the zone of it all.
I have no idea how many people actually work there, but in the kitchen, there are four sections: the cooking part, the cleaning wall, the waitress hallway, and the miscellaneous room.
The head chef is David...skinny, lanky, cool guy. Me and Blythe [friend who got me the job o3o] were over-complimenting his carrot cake...But yeah. His thing is that he's only ever eaten at the restaurant once in his twenty-one years there. XD
Then there's the co-chef, or underling, or mini chef...something. I think his name is Jerry or something like that. He looks in his twenties and is very laid back and joking. At one point he was pointing at a box and going 'FIRE HAZARD!', to which Blythe and I just shrugged and said 'no big loss...'
There are three or four waitresses. I cannot remember for the life of me, sorry. ._.; The one whose name I remembered was Sherri. All of them are nice and funny, though I have this upped level of respect for these people [though it was already high]. At one point, one of the waitresses was telling Jerry her order when she stopped and was like 'SHIT I FORGOT WHAT THEY ORD - oh wait'.
From what I gathered, there are three bus girls, me included - so Jordan, Blythe, and Ginger are there for...the stuff. Jordan is a whiz, according to Blythe, and is a senior like Blythe is...So we had a fun time during the momentary slow parts, and she helped me out in my training as well. She taught me how to punch out. XD;
I go back tomorrow, 6-8pm again, for my training and such. I'm exciiiited!
