SCHWING – Totally stealing Mimmi's format this time.
SCHWING – I now have a air unit in my room. Hooray for temperature control! (Seriously; the lights over my desk put out major heat, and I just today got circulation. Sometimes I get a headache just reading, 'cause it gets so stifling and CO2-laden in there.)
SCHWING – New avatar to mark the advent of Basement Cat. I'm still the Last of the Old Guard, just now I work out of the Basement. And I'm a cat.
Shaddup.
SCHWING – Work is going well so far. Finally have a set schedule, and I work the weekend which means I get the busy days. Off Monday and Tuesday.
Today was sweet. Six good tables, and even though one was a two-dollar tip, it was still technically twenty percent (which is easy if you only spent ten bucks), so I walked out tonight with forty bucks and some change. And I even almost lost a table (only partially my fault), but it was a party of five and I pulled their stuff together and salvaged for a decent tip.
As a waiter (or waitress), I think profuse apologizing only gets you so far before it borders on obsequious groveling. People like to be taken care of, but they also like to know what's going on, and they're surprisingly more patient than they first appear sometimes. This is purely my opinion, but I think as long as you make it clear that you want to serve them if they'll let you, your customers will be more apt to place faith in your abilities than if you simply rattle off apology after apology.
Plus, you are the face of the establishment to them. If all they see is a stream of pardons and excuses and no indication that there is effort to make it right, then they may take their business elsewhere permanently. So if something goes amuck for one table despite my efforts, I think I'll be trying to balance apologies with assurances.
Also, people pay more attention than it might seem. I had a party of five elderly ladies—three of whom were waitresses themselves, and one who was a former waitress—bear with me for a solid hour after they were through because they saw me running all over land and sea (one of the coolers on the line leaks =P) attempting to break the hundred that one of them gave me.
Moving on.
SCHWING – I've decided to jog home from work every day. I live maybe a half-hour away walking, so I don't think it's too unreasonable. Right now I can manage about eight or nine blocks comfortably, and I have a good eight-stride breathing cycle, so I think if I alternate pushing a few days and holding a few days, I'll be able to jog the whole thing before I go back to school.
Today is day 3, and my upper legs are sore as hell. HOO-rah.
SCHWING – Still working on Becky's prompt from Sunday. I get about an hour-ish a day, so maybe if I can get stuff done tomorrow before eleven I can spend about three or four on it and see if that wraps it up.
I hate my writing speed. I'd like to be done already, but I haven't even broken the first page yet. I did have a line of dialogue that didn't want to lie nice, but still; that was only fifteen, twenty minutes at best.
SCHWING – Speaking of writing, I also have two posts to draw up, a partial species history for the RP linked above to push forward, and another world that wants material. Maybe I'll get to Veridan one day this summer.
Jays, I hope so. I haven't worked on my own material in a year now, I think. Mostly from laziness.
SCHWING.......hammer.
*shot*
