You know when you were little and you went to the zoo and could get the animal wax molds? Do you remember what that smelled like? Well, that is currently the smell wafting through my apartment at the moment. Why? Well you see, I like to make my egg white omelets by mixing it all up, throwing it together, pouring it into a baggie and throwing it into a boiling pot of water. Easy breezy, no fuss, perfect every time.
The problem? I used too large of a bag and too small of a pot. Oops. Good thing I was standing there! Kitchen fire would equal epic FAIL!
Well, besides that little blip of a morning, I have my coffee brewed and am ready to blog!
Yesterday was an interesting and busy day! I started with sleeping in followed by laundry and a much needed once over on the apartment. Then it was time to go live for the first time at the new catering job!
I always have the best intentions, but just cannot seem to ever be on time. It feels like I was born without the part of the brain that was meant to help with how to properly manage your time. So there I am pleasantly going on with my day and then it hits me "I have 15 minutes to dry my hair, style it, put on my make-up, change into my uniform and learn to tie a tie". Crap.
I did manage to get out of the apartment only 15 minutes later than I had planned. Yes only. I finished my hair in the car and learned how to tie a Windsor knot thanks to youtube while on the road to my first event. I must say first time was the charm. The tie looked great and I made it in perfect time. Some slight speeding involved.
The event was beautiful. It was a fund raiser/silent auction of 350 guests to help support the high school. This school did not seem like it needed much "help" because it was AMAZING. Their gymnasium alone was truly magnificent. It was awesome walking around seeing everyone in their black tie attire. Some of the dresses that these women wore were gorgeous, but some not so much so. Regardless, the decorations, the lighting, the layout. Awesome.
It was weird to be on the 'other side of the fence'. I have always been the guest being served and now I was doing the serving. I really thought I would be more behind the scenes seeing as I was new, but they threw me right into the public view! My partner was outgoing and fun; however, he was not much of a trainer. I pretty much took care of our four tables on my own! I have never, ever, ever done this sort of thing before and here I was taking over with people under me to manage! Regardless, of all events I am glad this was my first. It was a very important event (the owner was trying to get into another 3 year contract catering for this event) so I got to see how a very formal event would run. But the best part was that we had two volunteers from the school per partnered team helping out. My two were adorable. I did not see the boy much, but the girl reminded me so much of Alexis Bledel from Gilmore Girls. Total sweetheart. So that meant less busy work for me (filling water glasses) and more focus on the operation and presentation. I believe I only saw my partner about 40% of the time, but I am a firm believer that a person learns better under pressure so as long as I had my little helpers to take care of the smaller concerns, I was free to focus and take my time!
Mishaps? Just one 'major' one that really was not all that bad. I do take some blame for this one, but then again, I was new and just learning! While lining up to get our meals for our tables (just like an assembly line, no talking, just go go go!) my partner asks me how many heads per table. Ummm... what??! I do not freaking know! Was I supposed to count? We should always be able to serve an entire table at once without going back to get more meals in between. So that kind of sucked. I knew that three of our four tables were full, but how many at a table? No clue. Well, I guessed and was right. Phew! The problem came when we accidentally served a table that was not ours. But the good news there was that it was my partner's mother's serving table so we were able to work it all out. Phew times two! It seems my partner is a bit of a trouble maker so we were not reprimanded. It was almost like this was to be expected ! I do not know if people seemed to think I knew what I was doing and was doing ok or if they just felt some sort of sympathy for the new girl starting off with the trouble-maker?? But either way, I received no complaints! Yeah me!
Overall, everyone seemed great. There was a particular group of younger girls that you could tell have yet to reach a level of proper maturity. I get a bad 'clicky' sort of vibe from them, but nothing I am too concerned about. No one ever likes the new girl, am I right?
The highlight of the night? The man at one of my tables that was so drunk that when I asked him if he would like coffee he responded with "Coffee?? No... yeah, yeah... no. Coffee??" Apparently his brain had completely stopped function to save brain cells. I would not want to be that man this morning. Pretty sure he will be receiving a proper tongue lashing from his very proper wife.
So things to know:
1. Find a starting point always at every table because I am too ADD to remember faces and whether or not I already asked this person if they wanted wine. Who's drinking? Me or them...?
2. Look at faces. More faces, less table activity. I hate that part of me that is so task focused sometimes and ADD that I forget that the people are the more important part of this. Luckily, I have my charm to sweetly smile and joke if I feel I have flubbed.
3. Watching is the best way to learn, but not when watching the trouble maker. Again, I was glad I had time to stand back and view everyone in the process because I was able to get a better feel of what needs to be done, when, and how.
4. Drink water. Lots of water. It's been a long time since I have had to stand on my feet for numerous hours at a time. I was having some crazy dizzy smells.
and 5. Do not drink 5 hour energy anymore. My hands were so shaky that I was scared to death of pouring red wine onto someone's fantastic evening attire. Purses and papers are everywhere. My already trembling hands do not need anymore help!
So that was it. Overall, I was very satisfied with my first 'day' on the job. This afternoon is a buffet event with a list of 34 guests. Time to learn how they roll at this type of event!
Did my evening end there? Heeeelllll no.
After work I was still hyped up and ready to go and knowing some girlfriends were painting the town red, I figured I would join. I had come prepared. It was uniform off and sexy little black dress and 4 inch heels on. Thankfully I parked far back in the parking lot and it was dark. Changing in the car/parking lot was not a first. Touch up the make-up, fluff and spray the hair, dab on some perfume and away I went.
I met up with my girls downtown at a dance club I have never been to. It was... interesting. Unfortunately I have found that being single for so long has caused me to become highly irritated with douchebags and men at bars, in general. I do not know when dancing became 'how close to her ass can I get', but some men were so aggressive that I found I almost could not even dance at all! It was like bump here, smack there, I am happy I made it out without a black eye! If I wanted to be this 'intimate' I would have just skipped to the chase. Dancers need not apply. I could stand about a whole 30 seconds of ass grinding before I blatantly told them that I was not their pillow so would they kindly back off. One guy said "It's ok. I understand you are shy". My response? "I am not shy. I am just turned off by your dry leg humping". (Cue Big get-the-hell-away-from-me-now Smile).
Is this considered being a bitch or simply sick of 'the game'? Either way. It is all fuc*ing irritating.
Thank you, but no thank you.
Is the night over? No of course not! Nothing is over until the fat lady sings! Ooooor the cop pulls you over.
Thaaaat's right. I failed to signal while exiting off the freeway and I did not come to a complete stop at the stop sign. Luckily I had not had much to drink and the officer knew I was only a block from home. The whole process took about 5 minutes and then it was home and bed. Phew times three!!!
Guess that is what happens when you go all day, meet up with the girlfriends at night, get sexually molested by guido's and receive text messages from The Worst Person in the World. Yup. Seems it is about that time where a Douchebag is feeling lonely and wondering if he screwed up. Worth talking about? Nope. That ship has sailed and by the end of the night (and early this morning) he got the message "Please leave me alone. No longer interested in your lies and deceit". Will I ever hear from him again? Probably not. Some situations are best laid to rest.
Why is it that everything must always be on the man's terms? Boo to that. It is on T's terms now and this girl is flying solo.
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