Comrade Willski
Quote of the moment:
"Did that actually happen?" - Sarah, asking about the plot of Air Force One, in which russian terrorists seize the president's plane and he is eventually evacuated via a midair zipline to another plane. You can tell she's blonde, can't you?!
Work was fun again. No, really. It's so enjoyable.
On the plus side, I met more russians! One wasn't there at all yesterday, and the other left soon after I arrived. That second one is effectively the head porter, since he's the oldest. He also happens to look like a Cossack, being short and stocky with a faded scar coming down from his right eye, which he uses to wink at anyone who pleases him while his left carries on staring at you like a cat at a mouse. He's cool.
The real positive aspect was actually getting free Sunday lunch at about 3.30pm, picking from everything not served to customers. I had chicken, roast potatoes, mashed carrot/swede/pumpkin sort of stuff and two yorkshire puddings that were about the size of a GameCube each. They were seriously HUGE. Since the option for eating it was between the empty banqueting hall and the smoking room, I chose the banqueting hall, which is a Cromwell Centre type building, about twice the size. While I was sitting in there, on my own, at a huge round table in the middle of the room, the manager came in to show some prospective hirers around. D'oh! He told me to stay put, so I sat there eating while they looked around.
On the down side, the restaurant doesn't open on Sunday night, only for Sunday lunchtime, so I was actually caught in the cleaning up again. Arse fez! At least I didn't have to clean the huge fryer thing this time.
"Did that actually happen?" - Sarah, asking about the plot of Air Force One, in which russian terrorists seize the president's plane and he is eventually evacuated via a midair zipline to another plane. You can tell she's blonde, can't you?!
Work was fun again. No, really. It's so enjoyable.
On the plus side, I met more russians! One wasn't there at all yesterday, and the other left soon after I arrived. That second one is effectively the head porter, since he's the oldest. He also happens to look like a Cossack, being short and stocky with a faded scar coming down from his right eye, which he uses to wink at anyone who pleases him while his left carries on staring at you like a cat at a mouse. He's cool.
The real positive aspect was actually getting free Sunday lunch at about 3.30pm, picking from everything not served to customers. I had chicken, roast potatoes, mashed carrot/swede/pumpkin sort of stuff and two yorkshire puddings that were about the size of a GameCube each. They were seriously HUGE. Since the option for eating it was between the empty banqueting hall and the smoking room, I chose the banqueting hall, which is a Cromwell Centre type building, about twice the size. While I was sitting in there, on my own, at a huge round table in the middle of the room, the manager came in to show some prospective hirers around. D'oh! He told me to stay put, so I sat there eating while they looked around.
On the down side, the restaurant doesn't open on Sunday night, only for Sunday lunchtime, so I was actually caught in the cleaning up again. Arse fez! At least I didn't have to clean the huge fryer thing this time.
2 comments:
I quite liked the first Quote of the Day - bring it back!
Emma
SORRY!
I had to change it because I couldn't quite believe she said it...
I had to ask Emma what the first gem from Sarah was:
"If practice makes perfect, nobody's perfect so why practise?"
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