I will start off with saying that it feels amazing to not have to go sit in a cubicle for an entire weekend this weekend. This has been a very different weekend than I am used to since my weekends have been the same for the last 2+ years. Not only have I not had to go to the job that I've been hating but I am also about to be leaving for France in just 5 days! Crazy. When I left the pizza place on Friday, I told everyone "see ya in 3 weeks!" Of course they were not happy. But the joke's on me...I ended up picking up a Monday night shift which is really weird...I haven't worked a Monday at the pizza place in over 2 years. It's been Tuesdays and Fridays forever. But now I'm gonna see all of the people I said bye to only 3 days later rather than 3 weeks later. That's fine by me though. I love working there. It's pretty fun.
Now, on to the training! So, I got home from the pizza place at like 1 a.m. Friday night and ate my grilled chicken salad with light ranch (this will be significant later, I promise). I was trying hard to diet before my shift yesterday. I was eating all light foods on Friday and I even lost a couple of pounds which is nothing, my weight is always fluctuating like daily. I went to sleep at like 2. I set my alarm for 8:20 to give myself two hours to get ready and get to work. I was scheduled in at 10:25. I am still not sure what's up with the 25s at Hooters...every shift starts at 25 after. I don't get it. Anyway, I layed there until like 8:40 of course since I suck at waking up. I got up and got in the shower and then ate a peanut butter and sugar free jelly sandwich on light potato bread and a bowl of honey nut cheerios real quick while I dreaded putting on the nylons because I knew that I couldn't wear underwear under them since it totally shows through the shorts.
To my surprise, the unifrom actually wasn't uncomfortable. Actually, I found that wearing no underwear was much more comfortable than wearing a thong seeing as nothing is there to give you an all day wedgie. I straightened my hair and put on my makeup as usual and headed out the door. That's when I realized I left with only ten minutes to get there. It isn't that far from my house but I hate when I leave at the last minute like that. So, I rushed to the restaurant with my shoes and socks in hand because I didn't want to get them dirty.
When I got there, all of the girls were in the back of the dining room putting on makeup, doing hair, smoking, and just hanging out. I sat down at one of the tables and took off my yoga pants and put on the socks and shoes. They don't have a dressing room or anything at this location and you just put your personal belongings in a little closet in the corner that they keep padlocked while the restaurant is open. I asked the manager if my uniform looked okay and she said yeah and introduced me to my trainer.
My trainer was one of the girls that's in the bikini contest. I was happy to see that she is like the same height as me since I'm like super short and like everyone is taller than me! She was super nice and friendly and helpful. We went through several tests because it wasn't a very busy day. I followed her around like a puppy which was kind of awkward but kind of fun because I had someone to talk to the whole day. I worked a full shift from 10:25-5. So, I followed her around for 6.5 hours. We even had to eat our lunch together. We both got free food. I ate a chicken quesadilla (the only thing I've ever eaten at Hooters) and she got wings and fries.
I met a regular who brought in jelly beans and all kinds of other candy and I was surprised to find him chillin in the office when we went in to get some sort of thing that you use to eat oysters. An "oyster shucker". I asked my trainer what it was and she said she had no idea either. It looks like a not sharp knife. Weird.
We didn't have any hostesses again. Apparently, one was supposed to be there at noon but she just didn't show up. My trainer told me that they just never show up so that's why there are never any hostesses. I asked how they are still working there if they don't show up and she said they wonder that all the time. So, we stood by the door a lot of the time with a lot of the other girls (there were 9 on the floor) waiting for people to come in and directing them to our tables when we got their attention first. By the time I left, we had had only had 5 tables in our section the whole day. I felt bad because I know she would have had more if she didn't have to train me. She said she didn't get paid anymore on the hour or anything while she trains but that she does get free food. She seemed happy enough with that trade off. I can't blame her. The food is pretty good. I love that chicken quesadilla! Since we didnt' have that many tables, we ran bus tubs back to the back and we got ice to fill the ice containers out front. We didn't really have much to do other than hang out for most of the day.
My trainer didn't really spend anytime talking to her tables. We sat one lone man that came in all by himself. I kept looking over at him because I felt really bad for him eating alone. I absolutely hate eating alone! I never go to restaurants and eat by myself. If I have to, I go through the drive thru and go somewhere else to eat where no one is around. It's just awkward eating around people when no one else is eating with you. So, I'm definitely glad my trainer ate with me when it was time to eat.
I asked her if people usually come in and sit by themselves like that. She said not usually but that when people do come in, it's always men and they sit at the bar. She said it was strange that he sat at a table. When I told her that I felt bad for him she said we could go talk to him if I wanted to. I was glad when we finally did go talk to him because I noticed that he kept looking over at us. It turned out, he wanted a beer so we got him one and came back and started talking. We ended up talking to him for like an hour. We learned that he was born in Memphis and moved to San Francisco when he was 23 and lived there for 5 years before moving to LA for 1 year and then to New Orleans for 5 years, and Cleveland for 1 year and now he lives here. It was fun talking to him. He's been to a lot of places in the U.S. and I've not really been to many places here. I've been to more places outside of this country than within it. He's going to Florida in a couple of weeks and he's been to Texas and to places all over Louisiana. We talked about how we are at the wrong location when he started talking about a Hooters in New Orleans where the girls drive Mercedes that are given to them by their customers and that they have their rent paid for by customers. My trainer said we are in the wrong Hooters cuz all she gets is them buying her Hooters merch. I think Hooters merch is pretty awesome to get for free because it looked a little pricey when we were looking at it. Anyway, we talked to this guy for like an hour and when he got up to leave, he gave her $25 for his bill which was how much it cost and then gave her $20 for a tip. I was shocked! So was she. She said she normally gets around 15%. He said he would come back again to see us. I'll be glad if he does. I liked talking to him.
There is something I noticed after working a full day. There is quite a bit of diversity at Hooters. People always carry on thinking that it's like all men that come in there and they are pervs. The truth is, there were so many kids running around! It was crazy. One of the girls actually got asked by a dad if she could take his little girl to the bathroom. It was pretty cute. And there are all kinds of ethnicities that come in there and age groups. There were hispanic people in there, Asian people, african americans, white people, old people, young people, single people, a high school aged couple there on a date, married couples...everyone that came in was different. I thought it was pretty cool seeing how many different people come in there.
After I got off at 5, I had to find out when I could work again. I was sad to find out that I can't work again until Thursday. That's the next time that a trainer will be available. That's also the day before I leave for France. I wish that there would be a trainer available on the other days! I guess that gives me time to study for my menu and liquor tests though. I had fun yesterday though so I can't wait for my next day of training! It's seriously like hanging out all day. It's fun.
I had to throw away my first pair of nylons yesterday...I splashed myself with pepsi by accident and the next thing I knew, it was a big hole on my right thigh. I don't even know how it happened. So, I had to buy another pair before I left on my first day of training. I'm going to have to be more careful next time! But my trainer said that she used to go through one pair everyday that she worked and that the ones she has now are her longest lasting ones because she's had them for about two months now. It looks like I'm going to be buying a lot of nylons! I asked her about the black uniform yesterday too and she said that they used to have them and they took them away about 8 months ago. I'm sad. I think they look so cute!
After I left, I went home and laid down because my sinuses started hurting really bad. This weather is driving my sinuses crazy! When I woke up, I found out that my boyfriend's sister and her fiance and their friends were coming over and that they wanted to drink. I got up and cleaned the bathroom cuz there is like a 90% chance that I will vomit if I drink alcohol. No joke. I suck at digestion. It just doesn't happen for me. So, when my bf got home, we ate some grilled cheese and started watching the fights. We took a shot of gin before they got there. With my trusty red bull chaser, I was doing alright. I took two more shots with the boys when they got there chased with my red bull and that's when it hit me. I was drunk. I could not stop laughing. Of course, the bride's fiance loved it and started trying to mess with me. I had to take my emergency inhaler to start breathing right again and after I did, the fiance wanted me to do another shot with him. I was drunk so I did. Didn't even taste it of course. My bf was in the other room watching the fights so he had no idea that I had taken an extra shot and he didn't know how drunk I really was.
As a result, there are several things that I do not remember but I do know that I had a good time! I was flicking pop tabs at everyone and they were everywhere when I woke up this morning. Between the 5 of us, me, my bf, mr. fiance, the friend, and the friend's gf, we drank an entire bottle of gin, half a bottle of orange vodka, a few shots of vanilla vodka, and a few shots of schnaupps. We finally finished off all of the alcohol that has been in my refrigerator for a year! I was very happy to see it go. I was not happy to find out that I hit my hand several times on several different things last night and now I can hardly bend my pointer finger on my left hand. But, it was fun. And I did not throw up! A fact that is surprising to everyone. I stayed standing (with help of course) the whole night so that I wouldn't be sick and when I layed down for bed, the room was spinning. I knew for sure that I would throw up. But that's when my bf started being all affectionate and the distraction kept me from throwing up. Thank you bf for keeping me from puking when I'm drunk. I appreciate it! Oh, and for holding me up when I can't stand on my own two legs. And for standing with me in the freezing cold as I carry on about the big dipper. I love you. =)
We woke up at 11:30 this morning and I was not feeling my best but I was surprisingly not feeling too bad. My bf kept remarking about how he is shocked to see me being alright today after last night. I didn't really realize I was so drunk until he started reminding me about how I can't remember a lot of stuff. Par exemple, mr. fiance throwing a fork across the living room. I did not remember that. I remember the sound but I didn't know that he threw a fork even though I was looking at him when he did it. I do however remember him putting a fork in the freezer. I don't know why he put a fork in the freezer, but he did. I also remember telling them to eat my mac and cheese. And they did. They ate all of my mac and cheese after I practically begged them to just eat it. The mac and cheese that I was totally looking forward to eating today. What was I thinking?? I woke up today and the first thing that I thought about was the fact that I wanted my mac and cheese but that I told them to eat it. I even told my bf before they came over not to let them eat my mac and cheese cuz I was excited about eating it. Apparently, he told them I was gonna be upset and I said no, no, I told them to eat it! I don't remember saying that but man, I wish I didn't tell them to eat my mac n cheese!
We went to my favorite steakhouse to eat today though so I'm not as upset about my mac n cheese anymore. I ate my salad and like 3 rolls and was super full so I couldn't even eat my chicken and fries! I hate when I do that. I do have chicken and fries to eat tonight though so I'm happy. Oh, and two more rolls! Yum! So much for my diet and eating healthy...I like starved eating only healthy foods for several days just to drink 4 shots of gin, two glasses of cherry coke, and eat massive bad food and ruin everything! At least I did it after training! Back to the diet tomorrow though. I gotta work this off before Thursday! Okay, time to work on that lab report...
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