Hang on to your hats, guys…Corrupted Girl finally got a job!
Yessir. I’m an assistant manager at a local cafe in the hub of my little town. Now, I never expected to head back into the food service industry after a 15 year hiatus, but I find myself here now and loving it.
I have worked at my share of restaurants and bars. Loved it. I liked the camaraderie, the irreverence, and the crazy ass personalities of those that choose this unpredictable lifestyle. I’m pleased to report that nothing much has changed.
I’ve been working for two weeks now and every day presents its own challenges and victories. The average age of my staff is approximately 20 years old. This I like. I can talk “Twilight” while cleaning the soda fountain and get paid for it.
If you’ve ever worked in the food service industry, you know that if you’re leaning, you’re gonna be cleaning. Still true. I am wiping down kettles, I’m stocking cups, I’m cleaning bathrooms and I’m working the register. I’m running food out to tables and I’m prepping the salad bar. I’m greeting and grinning and loving every minute of this fast-paced-never-know-what’s-gonna-happen industry.
The staff are hilarious. You’ve got your not-give-a-shit cooks and the back of house guys. The Nigerian dishwashers and the Expo guys. They have filthy mouths and don’t mind getting dirty. My kind of guys. Honey badgers.
Then you have the front of the house gals…petite, pretty and always talking about boys. Fun stuff.
I will tell you that I have busted my 43 year old ass in the last two weeks. I have not sat down save to pee. When was the last time you were on your feet for 8 hours straight? Seriously. I theoretically should be able to lose a few pounds but I gotta tell you, as a manager, I get a free meal each shift.
Last night’s was a mushroom and swiss burger topped with avocado and jalapenos. Not exactly diet fare. I told myself that I ran off all of those calories on a packed-house Saturday night. I probably did. However, I may want to lean more towards the soup and salad menu.
I’m having such a great time. Talking smack and joking all day long, and working until I have sweat stains and coming home dog and bone tired. Last night I walked in the door at 10:30pm and Johnny just started laughing. I looked down at myself and saw a shirt stained with grease and cheese. My knees had stains as well from cleaning out the sham oven. I laughed. Johnny laughed as well as he picked shredded lettuce out of my hair and gave me a welcome home kiss.
My favorite cook is in a band, of course. They played last night at a local pub and he invited me to the show. They were going on around midnight, he informed me. Mind you, I could be his Mom. I told him I was flattered, but that I was taking my old ass home to my husband to collapse.
“Dat’s cool”, he muttered, ‘we’re playing a bunch of shows this month”. As in he thinks I’ll make one eventually. And you know what? I will. Inviting your new boss to your punk-ass show? Good form, my brother. I need to buy some big ole Granny panties to throw up on the stage.
I am working my ass off and laughing my ass off at the same time.