Just a cat wandering about Tamriel.

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Cake day: May 1st, 2024

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  • Serving is defiantly an art. I can make friends on an aeroplane or a train. Fairly easy going and entertaining and despite not really having that filter that says “dont say that shit man” people tend to like me. Yet I find interacting with people exhausting. So i prefer not to have too many interactions if I can help it. Sometimes go weeks without actually talking to another human! I was a capable server but I hated every second of it.

    The best server I ever worked with, was incredibly good. Personable. Absolutely just a delightful person in general. Great with people and really loved the human interactions. Would sit down at the table if there was space. Get to know the guests. Make them feel at home. Give them all the good pointers on the menu and bits to do in the area. Smiling and joking around. Calm cool and collected, never in a rush and always just happy. I must say, i envied her way of being. I think she mastered that Darren Brown mind fuckery where she’d touch you on your arm and you’d just open your wallet.



  • Dish dog is one of the easiest jobs. Worked several kitchen jobs in restaurants ranging from denny’s-like, **** to fine catering. Cratering kitchen work was by far my favorite. Next favorite was dish dogging in a ****. They all loved me and I kicked ass. Bartender kept my whisky glass full all night.

    Barbacked a massive wedding in malibu. There were 5 different bars I had to keep stalked. They were all pretty far apart. Was originally hired as server. They asked the servers to move a bunch of alcohol. All the other servers decided it wasn’t their job and went and hid. I moved fuck loads of case’s of liquor and beer, alone. Then they needed help in the kitchen prepping. I volunteered. Went to the kitchen and sliced lemons and veg with a dull knife. The only extra knife they had that was Kosher. Loved that part. Chatted away with the latinos with my shitty broken-spanish. Guero, rapido! They loved that they had their own white boy dressed in expensive clothes, tie tucked in between his buttons putting on an apron to jokingly boss around. I think they really liked the fact that I didn’t think I was better than them or above the work.

    The head of that catering wanted to hire me full time when the night was over. He was really impressed. I said yes till I got my check.

    Was hired with them telling me I was making 18/hour. They paid me 10/hour. When the called me for the next gig I told them to eat a bag of dicks!

    I have to agree, the worst is serving. That shit sucks ass.