Job. Job-Job-Job-Job-Job-Job-Job. JOB!
Quote of the moment:
"Hullo. I am Mikhail, this is Andrey." - Russian 'porter' number 1, referring to himself and russian 'porter' number 2. I'm the third porter and it's amazing how suprised everyone looks when I don't have a (cool) russian accent.
Yeah. The job. [Yawns].
Worked from 5pm til 1.30am. The job itself is kind of a kitchen skivvy, except that no-one orders you to do anything, they ask nicely. Have to wear a lovely silly uniform, as people in restaurant kitchens do. White shirt thing with buttons/poppers up the front, blue flat hat(stripey ones for senior cooks, chef + deputies go bareheaded - no silly white things), blue and white striped apron and matching trousers. I didn't have those though, since naturallement there were none big enough. My apron was a waterproof version since I was doing a fair bit of washing up. It was a doss though, because you just shoot the dishes with a pressure hose thing, then stick them in a rack and slide it into the industrial dishwasher.
I did a couple of hours of that, but the majority of the time I was taking the dishes out of the rack once it comes out of the dishwasher(which isn't that flash, it just lifts up and down onto the rack). Not exactly enthralling, but ok. Occasionally I had to go upstairs to collect the dirties from the bar and the attatched 'banqueting hall' for large functions, but the ones from the main restaurant get brought in by the (mostly) waitresses. They're mostly fit student types, which is handy!
The bummer was having to stay after closing up(around 12.30am), to clean the kitchen. Very dull and mucky. Fortunately this was the only time I'm down to stay beyond midnight - I have mainly 11pm finishes. I'm only working at this place (as per now) until next Sunday, so hopefully it won't get too dull.
I'm now off to bed, because I have to be there to work 11am to 7pm today. That's 10 and a half hours between shifts to get home, eat, sleep, get up, get ready and drive back in. I normally sleep longer than that, plus that doesn't include needing to get petrol on the way in or, more importantly, blogging!
[I apologise for the probable rubbish english in that. Too... tired... Have to be up in less than 7 hours...]
"Hullo. I am Mikhail, this is Andrey." - Russian 'porter' number 1, referring to himself and russian 'porter' number 2. I'm the third porter and it's amazing how suprised everyone looks when I don't have a (cool) russian accent.
Yeah. The job. [Yawns].
Worked from 5pm til 1.30am. The job itself is kind of a kitchen skivvy, except that no-one orders you to do anything, they ask nicely. Have to wear a lovely silly uniform, as people in restaurant kitchens do. White shirt thing with buttons/poppers up the front, blue flat hat(stripey ones for senior cooks, chef + deputies go bareheaded - no silly white things), blue and white striped apron and matching trousers. I didn't have those though, since naturallement there were none big enough. My apron was a waterproof version since I was doing a fair bit of washing up. It was a doss though, because you just shoot the dishes with a pressure hose thing, then stick them in a rack and slide it into the industrial dishwasher.
I did a couple of hours of that, but the majority of the time I was taking the dishes out of the rack once it comes out of the dishwasher(which isn't that flash, it just lifts up and down onto the rack). Not exactly enthralling, but ok. Occasionally I had to go upstairs to collect the dirties from the bar and the attatched 'banqueting hall' for large functions, but the ones from the main restaurant get brought in by the (mostly) waitresses. They're mostly fit student types, which is handy!
The bummer was having to stay after closing up(around 12.30am), to clean the kitchen. Very dull and mucky. Fortunately this was the only time I'm down to stay beyond midnight - I have mainly 11pm finishes. I'm only working at this place (as per now) until next Sunday, so hopefully it won't get too dull.
I'm now off to bed, because I have to be there to work 11am to 7pm today. That's 10 and a half hours between shifts to get home, eat, sleep, get up, get ready and drive back in. I normally sleep longer than that, plus that doesn't include needing to get petrol on the way in or, more importantly, blogging!
[I apologise for the probable rubbish english in that. Too... tired... Have to be up in less than 7 hours...]
3 comments:
Er...the Russians spell Andre as Andriy - trust me ;)
Emma
Meh... He's actually Bakhov(sp) Andriyevich, so pffft!
Ahh..but still not Andreyevich :P
Emma
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