"Work Experience"

I long for the days where I could be on the Internet anytime I want- carelessly blogging and catting online with hot babes all day. I sit here in an Internet cafe the smells of cleaning solution and incense feeding the need to blog like there is no tomorrow.

Well I started working last week. Starbucks. Well thats all I have to say about that. Oh Sandi I think you'd really thrive at the location I work at; its right in a business area and between 8 and 9 there is a large population of stone cold foxes in suits that come in basically begging to be hit on and called boyfriend even though you've never met them before. I contemplate using your boyfriend technique for breaking the ice and eventually dating some of these customers, but then I remember you do this and are still single and decide to just use sarcasm to brighten there day.

I started at the Beehive waitressing and battening on Sunday. I started by training a bit- nothing too crazy. Really good story right off the bat though. First you must know that the pub was originally a hotel and therefore has about three million different ways of getting around places and five different staircases and I really only know how to get to two places that are not the main floor bar: the kitchen, and the staff room. Alright so I was told to go put my jacket in the office- no idea how to get there so I figured I'd just put it in the staff room- walk in and there is a guy sitting there in his underwear. What I do? Well drop my coat and say HI in an awkwardly loud voice then leave with my head down. What does he do? Nothing. Ever. I saw him about ten times that day and he said nothing- not even hi or hey my name is___. Britt (who works in the kitchen and met this guy before) had to inform me that his name was Tommy and hes an angry Pole.

Anyways After that trauma I actually killed my shift. There were only three people working from 10-5, me the assistant manager and the manager. So I get taught some stuff then get sent out to the first customer of the day. Hot young guy and his girlfriend (referred to from now on as hottay). Here is how my service to them went italics indicate inner monologue:
Me-hi how are you
hottay: Good. Whats in haggis
Me: fuck, stay cool -I have no idea I'm Canadian-good one
hottay: oh awesome well I'm not sure I want to know whats in it anyways, not sure if I'll get it
Me: be a man order it nice one jackass Rachel
hottay: hahahaha you're right I'll get that
witty witty joke joke throughout meal, clever banter at every opportunity.
Me: anything else for you
Hottay: yea your number- just the bill thanks
BOOM 40% tip.

Continued all day with more successful banter.

Britt and I are settling into our place now. Mom I got your package yesterday and it was awesome!!! The best part was the Triscuit crackers- and Britt's face when I opened up the Canuck socks. oh and the Carter Christmas Card and note by Heather- okay it was all awesome!!!

Messages to pass on:
*public transit is my savior
*apparently "ta" is the same as thank you in Scotland. It feels like I'm a child and I'm about to put something dangerous in my mouth.
*Happy birthday mom!!