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[hathycol]

After being essentially fucked around by my job for the last few months, I airily informed Roy that I would be handing my notice in tomorrow. I will and all. We've got cleaning materials again now - it smells so nice and the floor is actually clean - but the combination of hours and Roy being a general tit means that I've snapped. I've been there for two years and done two fresher's weeks, two RAG weeks and four post-exam madness phases, all of which are a bit like that scene from the Exorcist except dried and a bit more manky.

This is a little scary, as I'm not going back to my nursing home job unless I absolutely have to. Getting on to the Really Good But Really Hard dissertation program is obviously win, but it means I'm going to have to hang around St Andrews for a few months to do research. Plus there's the fact I don't want to go back to the nursing home for too long, I've never done a summer in St Andews before and I'll never have the opportunity to again, and oh, I'll kill my sister.

SO. I have proved to be a total failure at getting a Real Job, to the extent that only two of my potential internships got back to me, and that was just to be "YOU SUCK" pretty much. However, I am the queen of bigging up non-existent qualifications and have done the majority of crappy minimum-wage jobs, and if I get my foot through the door I'm fab at keeping it there; basically, I'm a bit rubbish at application forms but great at interview.

Tomorrow I have an interview at a shop. A fashion shop at that. Me! As I haven't been to interview for ages and rather intelligently left my one pair of Interview Trousers in Ormskirk (and lost my Interview Blouse; don't ask) I have been shopping for appropriately good stuff to wear, after an initial moment of panic that my usual 'cheapy blouse and back trousers' technique might go against me. As such, I have purchased black trousers (and taken them up and I'll still have to wear heels; I hate being a midget) and a quite fashionable wee blouse-and-waistcoat combo with which I will prove that I know stuff about how the Cool Kids get down today.

Today, I also managed to secure an interview at a local restaurant for waitressing. I've never done that and it scares me to death, as it's a working interview and I just have to turn up and be useful for two hours. ARGH. Still, though, I won't complain. Might mean I get fed and the food there is good.

This is all in between revising for my exams, which I've finally sat down and started doing today and need to get through a wee bit more before I can let myself relax this evening and watch Hollyoaks. And I have to go (well, I don't, but I want to) to AltSoc on Friday night and all, and don't get me started on the Union beaureaucracy. This is just about the right pace to kep me motivated, as opposed to the other week when I sort of just panicked a bit and flailed like a mad thing.

So, uh, yeah. Wish me good luck for tomorrow; I quite fancy having a Cool and Trendy job where I will be expected to actually look presentable rather than just wear something wipe-clean.

Comments

[original-hell.livejournal.com]

good luck sweetheart. it all sounds fun and scary and exciting and great. take care of yourself throughout xxx

[flickerswitch.livejournal.com]

I used to silver-service at Haigh Hall back in ye olde country. The secret to being a good waitress is to be inconspicuous unless you're helping a customer, be cleverly funny when you can, always suck up to them even when they're being assholes and most importantly, be fast and efficient and dont get in the way of anyone else because everyone either hates or loves their job and are trying to compete for favour.

Also, practice carrying multipul plates at home before you go. Carry two large plates on your left arm (dont try three small plates yet), one plate in the hand, palm up with the little finger and thumb on top of the plate and the middle three fingers underneath. This allows you to use the bottom part of your hand to control plate number two which goes on your wrist. Only one plate in the other hand. If the plate is hot dont be brave, use a napkin or posh wipewrag to pick up the plate and only take two.

Taking plates away: If the customers have left the table it is acceptable to stack plates on top of each other to take them away, if the customers are still at the table take the plates three at a time the way you brought them in or you might get away with stacking two (or if your strong) three on your wrist.

Being efficient is the way to go. Oh, and ALWAYS know the menu and what is in each dish because i used to look like a right twat when the guests asked what was in the soup and i didn't know. My advice to you is drop in before hand and pick up a menu and learn it. They'll be kissing your ass.

Hope that helps!

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Oh my god that sounds far too much like hard work. But thanks for the the advice!