For all you people who didn't know, I work in a pub as a waiter-come-dish pig.

(If that worked the way I wanted, it should imply I was orginally a dish pig and I now wait upon the social elite of Dayboro, assuming we have elite, or social at all.

Really, I guess the elite would be our British doctor and his posse.....

Which is really just his family who don't live in Dayboro...

So I guess that means our social elite are Him, his wife and his children who visit from time to time. Really it is truly sad that Dayboro is truly a Town of bumpkins and the British are required to spruce it up.

Not that I dislike British, and you can't expect the milkman and his group to really equal social elite

But I digest (tehehehe)

Just Googled posse, it means a temporary police force, so i guess the doctor's family is part time vigilantes as well )

Continuing on, Tonight was pretty slow, well it was fast by our night standards but it dosent hold a candle to Saturday and Sunday's lunches.

10 minutes before it was time to clean-up and shut down the kitchen (7:50 PM) Rebecka (it's sad that I don't know how to spell her name, so I doubt this is right, for the purpose of this entry, lets call her Becky), the chef, started cleaning the grill and I told her now that she had done that, 5 people would come up and order 5 well done steaks. After telling her that, she told me if they did appear she would make me cook the steaks while she ate an ice-cream.

(This is a good time to point out I know only one way to cook steak, and that is charred)

Guess what, 3 people came up and 2 ordered well done steaks. Amused herself, she got me to start sweeping the floors. Laughing, she told me if they didn't appear we would of gotten out at 8 o'clock.

As Becky finished speaking, Carmel (my boss) appeared and told me to go home at 8. As soon as I got home I ate an ice-cream.

IRONY IS DELICIOUS



P.S I lie, im still a dish pig, just im the chef's favorite because I have the IQ required to work the till

P.P.S That could be an insult, but really im just impressed that I get paid more then my co-workers to punch numbers instead of running around delivering meals and scrape away the skin on my hand cleaning off gravy...

P.P.P.S I HATE GRAVY

P.P.P.P.S Did it really take me that long to say simply that I was right and she was wrong and I couldn't stop laughing?