Memorable Restaurant Staff
Kirk Arrived Looking for Work. This Was His Interview
We immediately nicknamed him Captain Kirk. He stayed for 3 years
I was sitting at my favourite restaurant table doing my least favourite thing, paperwork. Paperwork did two things for me — made me grumpy, and made me look for something else to do. The table afforded me visual access to the theatre-style kitchen, the cupboard holding cleaning chemicals, and the dining area.
“Gillian the idea is to use 10% floor cleaner and 90% hot water — and then use your arm muscles to shift the dirt. Not 90% chemical,” I said.
“I don’t have arm muscles,” Gillian replied.
I’m not surprised, you lazy bitch.
“Well it’s time to start developing them, my love. They come in real handy in life, but either way, stop wasting my chemicals,” I replied.
For hand jobs. Your boyfriend can thank me later.
I watched to see that each cutlery piece was properly polished and the wine glasses were checked for prints. And that mise-en-place was progressing at speed.
A young guy walked in off the street and asked for the manager. My Polish assistant manager glanced sideways to see if I was available…
