A Long Week Ends & A New One begins

I haven’t really had time to write anything these last few days. I have been working a lot. The last few people that have been hired to work at the restaurant have not worked out. They don’t get past the training. It is amazing considering how easy it is to perform their job duties. We have gotten rid of an illiterate, a manic depressant and a manager this past month alone. Considering that it is me who trains them, it totally sucks. Because on top of doing pastries on Monday nights, my phone shifts, office work and waiting tables; I have to sit by them days on end training them to feel completely disheartened once I have to tell them that I am sorry but it is not working out. I mean come on. Green has two E’s and no it is not o.k. for you to cry everyday at work once it starts getting hectic. Next.

Oddly enough, it is I who has been recently having a run of bad luck. Last week I thought that the morning shifts began at 11am but they start at 9:30am. Damn it! All was good I was forgiven. Then my alarm decides that it will ring the alarm when it damn well pleases, meaning that I got to work late twice after previous said screw up. I ended up spending a total of $50.00 on cab rides to get to work as quickly as possible. I don’t have money like that to spend considering that I am already way behind in bills.

On the second day of mishaps, I even brought in my alarm clock and as a sincere apology or desperate attempt not to want to own up to the situation and offered that they put the clock to the test. All was forgiven but I still felt shity about the whole temperamental alarm clock thing going down, especially on a day when the owner decides to pay a visit at the crack of dawn. They ducked me points, a considerably hard slap on the hand, because it meant that I would only receive 80 percent of tips owed for that day. Keep in mind that I am already at the negative 50 mark and in need of a new alarm clock. What an “F”ing bummer.

I served Rupaul brunch on Sunday. He was out of character of course. He was very nice and flirtatious. I asked him if he was now living in NY. He replied yes and then asked if I wanted his address and could he have mine. I wasn’t ready for that. It caught me off guard and I’m sure I made an in your wildest-dreams face but quickly replaced it with a tip me well smile. On Monday night I made desert for Jessica Alba and her boy friend Mr. Warren Cash. They had the banana tart and two scopes of homemade pear sorbet and one of dark chocolate.

It kind of sucks when the only good thing you have to mention about your 60 plus hour work week is about your degree of separation from famous people on a given day. Other then that I am exhausted and only have half my rent’s worth of cash at hand and another 50 plus hour work week in store.