ServingSalad

Work stuff. You'd think that'd be more serious than it is.

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The thing nobody prepares you for is that you will want to cry at work and it will be over some slightly under warm godanm potatoes.

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It's very easy in casual conversation to bring up your job. Mostly.

However it is pretty awkward to bring up quitting your job to most acquaintances.

Anyways, this has led to people thinking I have (???) number of jobs. Just because I quit my second job and got a new one a few months later.

Imagine having just one job, in this economy?

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"It's just a little heat" you think.

"I'll drink water and it'll be fine".

No.

You die.

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Is my newest (oldest) workplace haunted? Nah, prolly not.

But the building is right by and also even slightly over the sea. Seagulls sometimes sound like a wrapped child crying a floor above or right behind me. Something is always on, during open- and closing times, never letting the quiet truly set it. Old water ducts weave through walls so old they groan at the slightest gale. The floors squeak, with the sound of footsteps. It makes me question if I'm truly alone here. If I can ever be alone in a place like this.

Yeah it's probably nuthin.

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Employment is so baffling

I'll be instructing and advising a coworker who is the same age as me, however, because I have worked for longer, I am his senior and thus who he looks to for guidance.

Baffling

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Funniest thing is to experience shock at work.

Like, you're feeling from having your life flash behind your eyes as a tower of salad dishes falls on you. But there's 38 people who're waiting for salad, and you need to clean the floors of salad and pieces of what used to be plates. And then also serve the remaining and newly made salad to the 38 guests. With a smile. Because you're at work.

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I am slowly turning into Torfinn from Ghosts.

Please anyone, if I start hating on Danes, end me. It's gone too far. I'll be a lost cause.

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Second day at the new job.

Guest casually throws out "So you're his boss, right?" while gesturing to my coworker.

Sir. My coworker has worked an entire season more than me. This is my second day here. If anything, he's my boss.

But thank you for the compliment!

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Using "I'm a server" as an excuse for non-server related things. In front of people who have never been servers.

They just accept it and it's hilarious.

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Having a job where you must always have Something to do means you acquire some highly specific skills to sneak in breaks.

In my case, it means I've gotten very good at disguising typing up Tumblr posts as writing important texts. Or just, in general, doing weird or unnecessary stuff but being so concentrated about it that nobody really questions me.

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I got 1 task done today. I emptied the big trash can in my bedroom. That's one less fork to deal with.

I have severe executive dysfunction. I've been dealing with it by having myself do one small task a day. So far it's helped a lot. By doing it this way my brain doesn't freak out trying to tackle everything at once.

I got my inspiration for it from this Donald Duck comic:

[shitposting-hobbits-to-gallifrey]

Oh my God this is so fucking wholesome

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“I saw the sunrise for the first time in years” moves me way more than it has any right to

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It's quite fun when a table of 6-8 people see I'm coming to collect plates, and work together to just give me all of them.

Like yeah I've trained to be able to lift and balance that many plates with food and cutlery on one arm. But it's heavy and difficult and I'd appreciate some more notice of the feat.

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There's a door in the basement floor with "Crew Only" on it.

Someone with a black marker improved it to say "screw only" and whoever you are, I love you.

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I showed up 15 minutes early to my job, feeling good and ready to work.

Then everyone was like "you're late"(/disappointed/annoyed) and I almost cried :)

At least everything went fine. The people got food and I haven't had a heart attack yet. Just anxiety.

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Gotta love customer service.

Learning to take people talking over you, treating you like a robot server, being rude like you somehow aren't a fellow person.

It's not that that type of stuff isn't ever useful. But it does make you appreciate all the people that do recognize you as a person to treat kindly.

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I live in a place that historically worked with fishing. So lots and lots of fish.

Anyways that's to say I'm not judging anyone here.

But I can't help chuckle a bit at the tourists that come here and request that they aren't served any fish.

You come here, to my home, and do not want fish. What even XD

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Customers knowing and using my name feels so wrong.

Customer: Awe thank you *my Name*

Me: No. That knowledge is forbidden to you.