This past week has been the funnest ever! I mean, it's been more fun than I could actually handle. I worked 5 days out of seven, altogether not bad. That was the easy part. The Monday was crap, I worked with Hayley. Nuff said, really. Wednesday would have been a good night as Hayley wasn't supposed to work. She swapped her shift with someone else because she wanted the weekend off. Luckily, she left halfway through the night so she could go home and have dinner.
Friday night was really bad. I was called in for it, too, which sucked. The cafe was full, with a table (or 3, technically) of 36 people, a table of 10 and a table of 4 (who were VIP's). The Private Dining Room had people in it too, so the night was filled with crazy running around, and all of it was done by Hayley. I looked after the group in the dining room, even though I would have been much more useful in the actual Cafe. I coasted through the night, watching with some amount of amusement as Hayley ran this way then that way, always rushing around while I calmly worked.
More than one customer has remarked on the way Hayley's always rushing around. She never seems to stop. Friends of Kylie's have also commented on this. She ruins the atmosphere in the cafe when she scuttles through. That and the fact that it's her. Hardly anyone likes her. She's so deluded.
Anyway, she kept trying to get people to do stuff for her, even though we all had our own stuff to do. In the end, whenever she asked me "Are you busy?" I'd stroll calmly into the cafe and just say "Yep." She wanted everyone to do here job when the reason she was so strung out was because she did it to herself. Things could have been much easier for her but no... she had to do things her way. No one was allowed to touch the table of four because they were really important, so she took it upon herself to serve them. The thing is, she sucks. Any one of us would have been a better choice.
When it came time for our breaks, we found that Hayley had taken it upon herself to get staff meals for us. Kerry, one of the girls that was working that night, came up to me and told me that Hayley was being really nice to her. Like over-the-top nice. The word she used was "Creepy". I felt the same way. I had sort of let my irritation with her be known at the start of the night. She told me to do something that I really didn't agree with so I huffed at her and threw my pen on the bench then walked off on her and did what she asked. Don't know if she actually noticed though. Man, she really is full of stupid ideas.
Saturday night I was called into work. I was in the middle of Mid Valley, when my phone rang. Fran wanted me to come into work as the trainee called in sick. I really wished I hadn't. The night sucked big time. Damien and I were the only ones on, besides the kitchen staff. We took care of the cafe and motel on our own. It was bad. I spent half an hour with a guest who had just checked in because the lights in her room wouldn't work and she needed to work. Long story short, I gave her a comp upgrade and moved her to a room I knew was fine. She was happy with that, unfortunately, while I was doing that, Damien was getting over his head in the cafe. People were coming in left and right and we were just swamped, not to mention the Private Dining Room was again, filled with people also. It would have been an easy night, but everyone came in at once, so we couldn't handle it. We got through it though; it was just the initial rush that screwed us over.
Nights like that can happen, but I hope they never happen to me again. I felt so exhausted at the end. My feet hurt, and I was feeling a little light-headed. Should have actually drank something, huh? I worked Sunday too, but that was cool. Now I'm sitting at home, watching a funny movie and just plain relaxing. It feels good.
My mum's birthday is tomorrow. I brought her a new purse. She likes it. Anyhoo... My sister is back from Mildura and is already causing havoc. She didn't go to school today (her first day back at school) because she was feeling sick. As mum pointed out, she was fine last night while she was sitting in front of the heater eating ice-cream. She did the same thing tonight. She is so faking it. The little tramp.
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