Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Spotlights! Sirens! Rifles! Firing! He Made It Out...

After midnight, after closing down the bar completely. Apparently, what I read in the training manual about finishing 10:30-11 was really for runners and waiters, not bar staff. Food was great, and getting fed every day at work is going to be pretty good as well. people are friendly, and the managers are fine with us having no experience, and give us the chance to learn a thing or two.

Oh, I forgot why this was blog worthy. apart from being my first shift, I walk up to the place half an hour early, because i'm meant to be shown around, given a uniform (Prison Orange), and do all those general first day things. Only I come up towards the restaurant from the back, and there's cops and red tape... hmm. go around the front and there's a hundred odd people sitting around and my restaurant's taped off, there's police talking to some of the staff, and once I walk around to the other side, the staff tell me we had a bomb threat. great, I get a job and then somebody blows it up. typical. lucky i'd shown up on time, people might've been asking questions otherwise. and all this middle eastern studies i've been doing won't help none.

So I'm probably up for about 40 hours a week, this thing is going to dominate. I'm going to be a little too cashed up for my own good. and random days off... thursday and sunday. what the? Must not buy take-away. posted by Keegan at 9:00 am

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