Chandeliers and Pipe Dreams

I am desperate for more to do at work and i can’t figure out why I didn’t get the one thing I asked my previous manager for, more tasks. A way to make it worthwhile to him to have me at the restaurant, being paid. I’m bored out of my mind, so bored I’m writing at work. There’s nobody to seat at a table, there are three managers and nothing to do.

I’m thankful for both of my jobs, I’ve learned so much from working as a host at the front door of an extremely popular supper club and jazz bar. I have become more organized and thoughtful about planning the evening. I’m in charge of a lot of people’s experience: both guests’ and my coworkers’ nights are determined by how well I do my part. I love that feeling of being necessary to the overall flow of the night. I’ve found something I’m good at and want to continue furthering my career in this path for now. I want to be a server and then a manager in a restaurant. I also still want to work in a restaurant marketing/ public relations function. I’m hopeful that I will find a job where I fit in with the team like I do at my current two jobs, with management that is similar to my newer job.

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Boyfriend’s 39th Birthday

Early Beginnings

I did my best to make my boyfriend’s birthday extra special this year because I couldn’t even remember what we did for his birthday last year. Turns out, we went to one of his favorite restaurants, House of Prime Rib with a group of our friends. This year, we got a little more activity going. First things first, I woke my butt up to move my car for street cleaning at 8 am. Then, since I was already awake and excited about his birthday, I went to the grocery store to get supplies for breakfast. And I mean breakfast! I made him what I believe was a full Irish breakfast, baked beans, eggs, bangers, bacon, Irish soda bread, orange juice and of course, Barry’s tea. I even baked a little cake, but it looked somewhat pathetic to me. I realized whilst whipping up the batter that I didn’t actually have anything to bake it in. and yes, we did just move in, but I swear that I used to have baking supplies of all sorts. Of course, I could be making that up in my mind.

While I cooked the things that needed less attention, I hung the Star Wars themed banner that still has yet to be taken down; I cleaned a little bit around the house and took out a lot of trash and recyclables. Needless to say, I was slightly relieved that he slept until noon because I didn’t realize how much I’d wanted to do. I had to lock the cat out of our bedroom to try to assure he could sleep as well as possible. She likes to get rowdy when she thinks the hoo-mans need to wake up and pay attention to her. When he finally got out of bed, I was so surprised that I spilled coffee grounds all over the kitchen floor!

He was slightly astonished when he saw the spread I made for him, but didn’t get the full effect until he put his contacts in, as he’s very blind. When he realized the banner was Star Wars themed, he got even more excited, knowing that this breakfast was a good way to start his birthday, even though he had claimed he didn’t want to make a big deal out of the occasion. I’ll skip the details of the card I gave him, but it was slightly sappy and also funny.

Skip a few hours of getting ready for the next part of the birthday celebrations.

We went to his favorite restaurant in the city, if not the world for a pre-Giant’s game dinner. Now this was only the second time I’d ever been to Kokkari Estatorio, but I had already decided that it was “no longer his favorite restaurant…it’s OUR favorite restaurant,” the first time he took me a few months ago. So I was flabbergasted that I was able to make the reservation only two weeks ahead of time and decided to snap up the time slot. We had an amazing meal, which I’ll describe at another time. We had the best server in the building; I’m sure of it. He was sassy, fun and decided for some reason that he liked me too! And even though we ordered no dessert, he brought us a free chocolate cake for d’s birthday. I thought that was very sweet, especially since at my restaurant we don’t have a complimentary birthday dessert

Let’s Go Giants!

Let’s fast forward to being at the Giant-Dodgers baseball game: it was over quickly, but the one highlight was the event of the foul ball that came our way. I was sitting on the boyfriend’s lap for a second, when all of a sudden, he practically pushes me off to try to reach for this random object flying toward us. I’m somewhat bad at watching sports when he distracts me by being super cute, so it definitely didn’t process that there was a foul ball coming toward us until it was over our heads. He claims that he could’ve caught it. Luckily, he loves me a little bit more than catching a foul ball. But he also has a story about how he dropped a full beer that he’d just bought to catch a ball, now that stories have been combined, he’s told people the last few days that he didn’t want to be the person who dropped his girlfriend to catch one. However, in my attempt to get out of the way of his efforts, I landed with my ass on one of the armrests and I now have a huge bruise in the middle of my butt cheek. And it’s painful…

The Next Day

The best part about all of this was when he told people we saw the next day that it was his best birthday since he was five years old, went to the Irish premiere of Return of the Jedi, and sat next to the actors who portrayed R2D2 and C3PO. (Did I mention he’s a huge Star Wars fan?) I feel like that’s impossible, there have to have been even more awesome birthday celebrations in those 34 years, but I’ll take the credit! I did do my utmost to make it a special one. Now I just have to start planning next years’ birthday now to be able to exceed expectations. What would you want to do if you were turning 40?

Do you know the Muffin Man?

I couldn’t think of a title for this post because I haven’t written it yet. But like they say, ya gotta start somewhere. Just get to writing and it will eventually flow…I hope. Quick shout out to the only two people who consistently read my blog posts: my Mom and Grandma Sandy! If you are also a reader, leave a comment so I know you’re real. Thanks!

As some of you know, I’m now a redhead. It’s a big change from the blonde look that has been my go-to for a couple of years now. It is not easy to put color back into your hair when it’s been bleached to hell. Juuuuust saying. my hair looks very much like an apricot right now. while i am definitely ok with it, it was not my desired result. I was going for something a little closer to Isla Fisher than a fun, unnatural pink-peach-red color…But like I said, it’s a challenge to go from very dark hair that has been bleached to a very light blonde and then put a red over it and not get a pink-toned outcome. I knew this from the start, but I’m willing to play around until I get to my intended hair color. I’m going to change topics without a segue because this one isn’t thaaaaaaaat interesting, even to me.

I’m really excited about a new development at my job: I’m going to be trained as a server! I’m not sure how official this is, as my manager loves to just come up with ideas and surprise me with them. Like when he gave me a raise to do office work in addition to hosting. I think it’s awesome that he trusts me to do things, but I don’t really care much for being thrown new tasks as if I know what I’m doing. I NEVER know what I’m doing. I only know I can learn to do anything because I’m a student at heart. Always observing and trying to learn. Anyway, I’m planning to take advantage of this new bone my boss is throwing me and I’m gonna make my way to assistant manager as soon as possible. I want to be trusted to and useful. I want Black Cat to be the sleek-est, sexiest, Michael-Bauer-can-suck-it-because-we-ARE-amazing restaurant, ever!

Hopefully, being trained as a server will also make me rich, haha. Or at least help me pay off my student loans, which being a cook never did…I also really like the idea of taking care of people, which I can do as a host, but not as much as being a server. It’s more direct during dinner service. Kind of as if I get to spoil my friends and take care of them all night and show them a great time, except, I don’t know them and I’m getting paid to take care of them. Hopefully, the kitchen will go easy on me while I learn the seat numbers all over again, and learn the ins and outs of serving. I know it’s not really that hard, as long as I don’t get lazy and comfortable. I think that really is the difference in most aspects of life. Things are usually easy to do, but becoming too comfortable  is always your downfall.