Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Back in Black
I hit the sack
I been too long
I'm glad to be back
Back in Black quite literally; I seem to employed. After a half a month's work put in on loft, 84th and Columbus, I've got it. They sacked half their bartending crew, it seems, after this disastrous review from Frank Bruni (when I read it, schadenfreude in the extreme--I needed that bartender shitcanned), and were so desperate for new bartenders that they wanted me to start tonight. I blanched: tonight is bacchanalia chez Birgler gebirtebirthday girl. How could I choose? I felt my testicles shrivel with cowardice. But then they relaxed and ballooned again when they (the managers, not my testicles) realized it might be better, as the guy training me was nowhere to be found, to import one of the guys from the other place. I seconded this, saying that tonight, well, I just never expected and to be perfectly honest I did have plans and I think tomorrow would be better, really, please?
The place is, I should mention, the closest I've come to the Morrison, which is of course where I was happiest. I was rereading some old blogs a few weeks ago, and I'd forgotten how much I loved and lived for that place. Only I think the money's going to be considerably better. Plus, on January 1, apparently, the NY minimum wage for servers leapt to above $4 an hour. Small increase, but it adds up. Extra $40 a week.
And so I start training tomorrow at 4pm. And this isn't audition-training like at BLT (a pox on them), this is more direct. See if I can't bring the level of service up just a little. The staff are really as staggeringly gorgeous, to a one, as Bruni says; some of the ones I talked to also seemed about as sharp as he says, too, but you can't have everything...or can you?
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In other news we had a little party here the other night. Maybe you heard about it. To those who missed out, let me just say--and I think those in attendance are with me here--it shattered all records, surpassed all expectations and flung down and danced upon the parties of years past. Well done to you all. Especial "chapeaux" to Ben, to Seema and Sam for early-morning cleanup, and, of course, Ruthie, without whom no good thing is possible. Shit, bitch, you is fine.
Epic is the word. Epic was the feeling. But you all just wait till I turn 21.
I been too long
I'm glad to be back
Back in Black quite literally; I seem to employed. After a half a month's work put in on loft, 84th and Columbus, I've got it. They sacked half their bartending crew, it seems, after this disastrous review from Frank Bruni (when I read it, schadenfreude in the extreme--I needed that bartender shitcanned), and were so desperate for new bartenders that they wanted me to start tonight. I blanched: tonight is bacchanalia chez Birgler gebirtebirthday girl. How could I choose? I felt my testicles shrivel with cowardice. But then they relaxed and ballooned again when they (the managers, not my testicles) realized it might be better, as the guy training me was nowhere to be found, to import one of the guys from the other place. I seconded this, saying that tonight, well, I just never expected and to be perfectly honest I did have plans and I think tomorrow would be better, really, please?
The place is, I should mention, the closest I've come to the Morrison, which is of course where I was happiest. I was rereading some old blogs a few weeks ago, and I'd forgotten how much I loved and lived for that place. Only I think the money's going to be considerably better. Plus, on January 1, apparently, the NY minimum wage for servers leapt to above $4 an hour. Small increase, but it adds up. Extra $40 a week.
And so I start training tomorrow at 4pm. And this isn't audition-training like at BLT (a pox on them), this is more direct. See if I can't bring the level of service up just a little. The staff are really as staggeringly gorgeous, to a one, as Bruni says; some of the ones I talked to also seemed about as sharp as he says, too, but you can't have everything...or can you?
<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>
In other news we had a little party here the other night. Maybe you heard about it. To those who missed out, let me just say--and I think those in attendance are with me here--it shattered all records, surpassed all expectations and flung down and danced upon the parties of years past. Well done to you all. Especial "chapeaux" to Ben, to Seema and Sam for early-morning cleanup, and, of course, Ruthie, without whom no good thing is possible. Shit, bitch, you is fine.
Epic is the word. Epic was the feeling. But you all just wait till I turn 21.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
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