This week was my second week of work and Liz’s first! Yes, I am happy to say that Liz also got a job at Rydge’s Resort and it wasn’t as an immigrant housekeeper! She works with me as a waitress in the restaurant and caterer for events. Danny is still on the lookout for a job, but in the meanwhile she is our stay at home wife:) On Monday, Liz’s trial day, we catered for a golf convention. This was pretty easy, we set up for morning tea, lunch, and then came back that night for a couple of hours working the bar. Liz passed her trial with flying colors and is now on the regular rotation with me!
The biggest issue with this job, fairly consistent with most jobs I have worked, is that most people act like you have been working with them for years. One coworker, Jess, likes to ask us to do things with out any direction. Just one example, she asks Liz to set out the napkins for morning breakfast, by-the-way we have at least 4 different sets of napkins. Liz asks, understandably, “where and which napkins?” Jess, rolling her eyes tells her they are the same napkins always used, as you might imagine this information means very little for Liz. It is her first time setting up for breakfast and she has never worked a breakfast. Jess then tells her they are in the linen room, which is also useless information, she hasn’t been shown it yet. Liz, still not understanding which and where these napkins are, just turns and attempts to find these breakfast napkins on her own. This might have taken a lot longer if another coworker hadn’t come over and saved the day. He was truly an unsung hero to all next day breakfast goers.
So now that we have the negatives about our job out of the way, here are some positives: we finally have made some new friends!! Tuesday after the morning shift at work, we went out and bought cake and dinner ingredients for my birthday the coming day. We were very excited because this was the first time we were going to have friends over. Three weeks was the longest we had lived in a place without making friends, so needless to say, we were long overdue! The next day, a.k.a Cinco De Mari, Liz and I started off waking up at 8am for work. We worked about five hours and then came home to nap, had to power up for the big fiesta! The night kicked off with Danny making chicken enchiladas and the cake, we were very grateful that she was willing to do all the cooking. Dinner was great, couldn’t ask for a better chef, and the guests came shortly after. Four friends from work came; Enrique a Chilean, Mariana a Brazilian, Tania an Australian, and Chelsea a Kiwi. We played cards for a couple of hours then headed out to Chelsea’s room at the Rydge’s Resort. We weren’t there too long before we left to tear up Q-town!
The next couple of days aren’t anything to write home about, literally, I will spare you the insignificant details of those days. Saturday we dropped Danny off at the airport, she was flying to Nelson to visit our friends to the North. This had to of been very exciting for Danny since I am sure cabin fever was starting to get her. Liz and I decided to do a little shopping around town, thank God nothing seemed to work out. Always a little disappointing, but mainly a relief knowing our money is safe for another day. That night I left home to head off to work, there were only two of us serving. A lot of times that would be sufficient because we are pretty slow, since we are situated on the sixth floor, but not tonight. At least not for me who is still a newbie, I got pretty stressed when six tables all came in within a half an hour of each other. Maybe six tables wouldn’t have been that bad if I wasn’t also being the host, running the food, and putting the orders into a computer system that I had just learned. Reagan, the other server and manager, told me he wanted to watch me, I didn’t think that meant that was all he was going to do! Though I can’t give him too much grief, he did cover two tables and did a great job of making sure the kitchen staff was in good spirits.... I foresee a long lasting relationship with him.
Sunday the day of rest, or at least it is for most people, but not Liz and I as we had to work. The shift started at six so we were up at five, at least awake enough to hit the snooze a couple of times. This was my first breakfast shift, nice and simple, perfect since I am not a morning person. Liz and I cleared plates for a couple of hours until I got to go on break. We are allowed to collect food from the buffet to take on our break, this was very exciting since they have a nice variety to choose from. As I get to the pancakes the chef comes out to restock, he is an outgoing funny guy. He loves teasing and making sure we are doing well by asking us repeatedly... He comes around to where I am standing to restocking sausages and while doing so covers up the pancakes I am about to take from. Not much of a problem, I lift the lid from the other stack of pancakes and start to take a couple from this stack. While doing all of this he had struck up a conversation with me, telling me that I have a nice breakfast, then he proceeds to tell me I can’t have the pancakes that I was taking. I laugh and say “OK” in a tone as if I was going along with his joke, but I keep taking from the same stack. The pancakes look the same and there wasn’t any clear label, so my conclusion was that this must be another one of his jokes. Not a very funny joke, but who am I to judge. Then he proceeds to laugh and say “and she is still taking from the same stack.” As the pancakes are just about to touch my plate he screams, “I TOLD YOU NOT THOSE ONES!” I freeze for a second, in half embarrassment and half fear, then put the pancakes back. I quickly explain that I assumed he was kidding, since that is in his nature, I saw no apparent sign, and they looked the same as the others. He was a little calmed down, but the damage was done, I didn’t need to look behind me, I knew the customers were definitely looking. He explained that those were gluten free pancakes and if the head chef ever saw me take those he would be very mad. I walked away a little shaken up and took my break. I wish I could say he saved those pancakes from the hands of someone without the gluten alergy, but it was in vain, for when Liz went on her break she took those very pancakes. Lesson learned, don’t assume someone is just telling a bad joke, it might just be their passive aggressive way of telling you something, who would of thought... That afternoon we went home and took our long awaited nap, this was followed by dinner and watching Lord of The Rings: Return of The King with our roomies. We had a lot of fun trying to guess where some of the scenes were shot. Liz and my repeated guess was the Remarkables, the mountain range right outside our window, we aren’t that familiar with the New Zealand landscape yet...
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