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Dec. 31st, 2012 12:37 amI was at work for 11 hours today, and it was tiring but great. We weren't taking any walk-ins at all, apparently, just reservations including for the sushi bar. Puta madre. They got Monsters for us all, hahaha. My feet are numb for some reason.
Jeff was on prep again, and he was so pissed. The thing is that I think he doesn't get that his attitude and demeanor is a problem, and that it's a problem when almost everyone in the restaurant dislikes you and has difficulty working with you. He was hinting at Jaison about his unhappiness with being in the doghouse. Jeff is like, "do I get tipped out from the guys in the kitchen?" And Jaison is such a fucking troll, he's smiling really fucking wide as he's like, "I don't know, do you? You might have if you hadn't left early." Fucking love him.
We're running out of everything though. Jaison went to Los Angeles tonight and is coming back in the sodding morning, just to get fish because we're out. I think he said something about getting live fish.
Nate asked me if I wanted to do a shot of whiskey, so we went back to the hallway where we keep the coats. And Jaison came to get his coat, and he pulls out his own, identical little bottle of Jack. He's like, "not ONE word to Marc Mora." I fucking love these people. So I was working with a very slight buzz, also being pretty tired, from then on.
We were busy for most of the night, but it strangely died down near the end, whereas yesterday we were busy up until the last minute. Christian bought a pitcher of beer, Kris got us one too, then I think Gilberto got one more. There was a strange moment where everyone was just screaming at the top of their lungs at a very high pitch, I still don't get it.
We didn't get out until midnight. I'm going in at 9 tomorrow, on the line. I have no idea how Uzziel does it, he's been working from 9 to closing since Friday. I feel like everyone here has two jobs or something; Kate works at Canyon Lodge selling tickets, Craig works at Footloose, Dario works in another kitchen, Eloy and Edgar paint houses or something. I have no idea how they do it, but then again they don't work at the restaurant as many hours as I do. I couldn't get another job right now because I don't quite have the time. I work probably about 60 hours a week right now, and I don't even have a day off scheduled at the moment because I took Monday, so I guess it's closer to 70. I'm not complaining, because I love money and I love working there.
Jeff was on prep again, and he was so pissed. The thing is that I think he doesn't get that his attitude and demeanor is a problem, and that it's a problem when almost everyone in the restaurant dislikes you and has difficulty working with you. He was hinting at Jaison about his unhappiness with being in the doghouse. Jeff is like, "do I get tipped out from the guys in the kitchen?" And Jaison is such a fucking troll, he's smiling really fucking wide as he's like, "I don't know, do you? You might have if you hadn't left early." Fucking love him.
We're running out of everything though. Jaison went to Los Angeles tonight and is coming back in the sodding morning, just to get fish because we're out. I think he said something about getting live fish.
Nate asked me if I wanted to do a shot of whiskey, so we went back to the hallway where we keep the coats. And Jaison came to get his coat, and he pulls out his own, identical little bottle of Jack. He's like, "not ONE word to Marc Mora." I fucking love these people. So I was working with a very slight buzz, also being pretty tired, from then on.
We were busy for most of the night, but it strangely died down near the end, whereas yesterday we were busy up until the last minute. Christian bought a pitcher of beer, Kris got us one too, then I think Gilberto got one more. There was a strange moment where everyone was just screaming at the top of their lungs at a very high pitch, I still don't get it.
We didn't get out until midnight. I'm going in at 9 tomorrow, on the line. I have no idea how Uzziel does it, he's been working from 9 to closing since Friday. I feel like everyone here has two jobs or something; Kate works at Canyon Lodge selling tickets, Craig works at Footloose, Dario works in another kitchen, Eloy and Edgar paint houses or something. I have no idea how they do it, but then again they don't work at the restaurant as many hours as I do. I couldn't get another job right now because I don't quite have the time. I work probably about 60 hours a week right now, and I don't even have a day off scheduled at the moment because I took Monday, so I guess it's closer to 70. I'm not complaining, because I love money and I love working there.
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