So anyway, I had this horrible dream last night. I dreamed that I had to go back to waitressing in some shit hole restaurant with burgers and badly made cocktails and all that rubbish, and it was horrible, truly horrible. I couldn't remember how to do anything and I got all flustered and messed everything up. And I woke up traumatised and then when I realised it was just a dream I was sooooooh relieved. It reminded me of just how sick of restuarants I was when I gave it up and I hope to the good Lord above that I never ever have to do it again. As crap as I feel at the moment, there's nothing worse than ill mannered pikeys, who don't know the difference between a knife and a fork, giving you grief cos you don't serve gravy with the chips and the only vodka you have is Finlandia, and not Smeernoff. God I fucking hated it. So here's to all the struggling actors/musicians/dancers/students and all round lost souls who work in the restaurants of the world. I feel your pain peoples! Oh and to the people who eat in them - don't forget to tip, it could have been you and it could be your kids one day. Toodle pip
But what does this dream mean?
ReplyDeleteI don't know actually. I think it means I'm dying to get back to acting but I have to be careful about the decisions I make so that I don't end up back in a shitty waitressing job. Maybe????
ReplyDeleteYeh, but all the student spunk in the mayonnaise anyhow don't they? I would. that's why I never go near the mayo!
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No but there is a three second rule. i.e if you drop something on the floor and pick it up within three seconds then it's ok to serve it. This stretches to 10 seconds in some restaurants!
ReplyDeleteWhat if I can spunk in the mayo within 3 seconds?
ReplyDeleteI always try to treat restaurant employees or folks in the service industry with respect and dignity. Of course I worry about my karma, and the possibility that it could be me in their place one day.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in university I was flat broke and I remember having just enough pocket change to pay my restaurant bill, but not enough left over to tip the very sweet waitress who served me. Thankfully I had one of those pre-paid phone cards in my wallet (I think it had $6 of credit left on it) and I gave it to her in lieu of a cash tip. I encouraged her to use it and offered my humble apologies, which she accepted gladly. I hoped afterwards that she did in fact use it and constructed a story in my mind around her calling a long lost relative or lover and being reunited with them.
Anyhow - fun little blog you started, I shall drop by again to read about further employment related nightmares.