Oh joy of joys. I get to wear an apron again. Today was my very first shift at the new job. Cow Bay Cafe, get to be work buddies with Britney, yay.
Was a little iffy at first, seeing as how it was decided many years ago that I should never be a waitres. I am clumsy, have a terrible memory, and frankly, I honestly just plain don't like people. I hate that fake smile I have to put on when being nice to people that treat you like crap. But the clientel at the Cafe are generally pretty good, and it's not like it's a huge, really formal restaurant. So we shall see how things turn out. It was better than I expected today anyways. Made wicked tips. So we shall see how things progress.
In general, first days at a new job are really up there on my list of least favorite things. Right after Job Hunting and having my cat walk on my face. First days, you stand around, trying not to look useless, even though you really are. Try to remember at least some of the many things being shown to you, even though you know you won't, and basically try not to screw anything up too badly. Second days aren't much better mind you, then they expect you to know what you're doing a little bit. And by the third day they usually want you to do it on your own. Ugh.
Not that anything I just wrote makes any sense, but I digress.
Gotta give this one some time I suppose.
Off to bed to rest up for next shift... or more accurately watch an entire season of queer as folk, or to play the gameboy I stole from Britney, not sure which yet.