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Work has been so crazy these couple of days.
I have been doing fruh/durchdienst for the past days.
Fruh/durchdienst is morning and straight shift.
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On Monday, I started work at 0930am,
after being awaken by knocks on my room door to wake me up.
One of the girls changed her shift at the last minute because she was sick,
and they needed someone urgently down to do set up.
Well, I volunteered and agreed to rush and head down.
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Yesterday, I started work at 0845am.
Durchdienst.
Which means I do not get a zimmersstunde (split shift break).
Was instructed the night before to rush for the set up in the morning for 2 big groups.
Rush for the set up, on top of the opening for the Taverne.
As usual, every Tuesday I have to work in the Uertenstube, Rotary Club group lunch.
Which means every Tuesday, I have to clear all the settings after the group leaves.
Yesterday however, I was told to re set up the Uerstenstube after the lunch.
And while I was beginning to work on that,
I was told to help out my colleague in the Terrase,
because there was a sudden flow in guests coming in for coffee and desserts.
Not so long after, I was told that I will have to handle a group of 17,
in the Stübli by myself since almost everyone else will be having their zimmersstunde.
FYI, the Stübli is on the second level.
Which meant that I ran up and down 2 flight of stairs at least more than 10 times.
I nearly died from all the work I had done in one day,
by the time the group had their dessert.
And I was feeling down as every Tuesday,
I generally do not get tips as the Rotary Club members are all regulars,
who normally all only pay for their weekly 45chf set menu.
Right when I was dwelling in self-pity about how terrible the day had been,
the organiser of the group of 17 came to me and said:
"Vielen vielen dank. Alles sehr sehr gut. Und das ist für dir. Für deine sehr gut service."
("Thank you very very much. Everything was very very good. And this is for you. For your very good service")
In a daze, after climbing up 2 flights of stairs again, I thanked him.
And looking down at what was in my hand,
I saw a 50chf note.
Awesome.
*big grin*
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Today.
Mittagessen (lunch) was crazy.
Abendessen (dinner) was crazier.
Working during mittagessen today was akin to working during mittagessen in summer.
I ran.
Literally ran.
To take orders, to bring orders, to tip orders.
Terrase was full.
But then, tips were good.
VERY good. :)
Abendessen.
Oh-My-Mother-F*cking-Goodness.
The Taverne and the Uertenstube were closed today.
For a humongous group of 200 people.
200 ASIAN people.
Why my bad language when I talked about them?
Simply because;
- they were rude. VERY rude.
- they used 'SIGN' language to all the servers to do things for them.
- No 'please'.
- No 'thank you'.
- Whats worse, no 'excuse me'. Simply 'eh' or 'hello hello'.
- They bugged us for the things they want eventhough they could clearly see that all their OTHER friends/travelling mates had not gotten their food yet.
- They cut up the tiny fruit decorations in the glass vase on their table.
- They stole the tiny fruit decorations.
- They read my name tag wrongly and called me 'PATRICIA' (WTF).
The aboved mentioned is obviously not a description of ALL of them.
But I can safely say, about 3/4 of the group is as mentioned above.
I have always not exactly liked serving Asians even since in Singapore.
Because Asians always come with the mentality that their paying so they have the right to 'torture / make full use of the services in the restaurant.
Like helloooo.
Aren't we all humans too.
Not that we have 5 arms and 6 legs.
We cannot do EVERYTHING you wish at one shot.
Even if you do not think about us, how about sparing a thought for the people beside you.
You have gotten your plate but the others have not.
I sorta laughed out loud when the organiser, who was in the kitchen rushing us to be quick in bringing out the food to serve, got impatient and wanted to 'help' us by passing us the plates.
He was like:
"Quick quick, come bring this out, bring this out."
Then when he became impatient, he went:
"Hai ya, come let me pass you the plate".
With his BARE hand, he took the plate.
Immediately, he went:
"Wah! So hot!"
and dropped the plate back on the table.
And I gave him my biggest smile saying:
"Yes, its VERY hot."
While in my mind I was thinking to myself:
"Serves you right. Now you know why we can't do it as fast as you want us to".
Heh heh.
Every moment was catastrophic.
Impatient people bugging for their food and a refill of tap water.
Stupid event organiser had requested for alternate dishes to be served to guests.
One fish, one chicken, one fish, one chicken.
Oh-My-Mother-F*cking-Goodness again.
Who in their right mind will request this kinda arrangement for ASIAN people???
From the start, I had already anticipated and told the others.
"Be mindful you guys, people's gonna start requesting for their choice of chicken or fish or they're gonna start exchanging plates all over".
Exactly it happened.
People started to get ugly.
Requesting for an extra dish when they see us bringing out more eventhough they knew we were bringing it out for other tables.
Majority wanted fish.
We all nearly threw the plates at them.
Haha. Over exaggerating i know.
Now I shall touch on the funny bits.
I'm chinese.
So obviously everyone gave me weird lingering stares.
People started making guesses where am I from.
People started guessing amongst themselves in chinese, cantonese and hokkien.
People started discussing amongst them where they think I'm from.
People started throwing questions in chinese at me.
"Make a guess where is she from"
"Ask her where she is from"
"Do you think she's chinese? Ask her"
"Do you think she understands us? I don't think so"
"Are you chinese?"
"Singapore?"
"Miss Singapore?"
I pretended I couldnt understand a single bit so as to avoid friendly conversations which I was pretty sure would lead to them requesting special/more attentive services from me.
So when they started throwing random "Do you know chinese? (in chinese)" questions across the table to me, I ignored, totally.
Many concluded that I couldnt understand them.
So many started to make awful remarks.
One went: "Eww, they way they clear the plates, I think the food's gonna drop on us"
(when we clear multiple plates, we usually scrap all the food on all plates onto one main plate in our hand, so as to be able stack the others on the wrist area of our hands. well you know what I mean)
I got pissed off because not a single piece of morsel fell on anyone.
And I gave her a dirty look immediately.
She got a shock.
And at that point she realised that I could understand what she was saying.
And she kept mum thereafter.
Hahaha.
So many more things.
All the rude people.
I gave so many the shock because I got really pissed at moments and answered their questions (normally posed in chinese/cantonese amongst themselves) which made them realise I could totally understand them.
I was so ashamed today to be an Asian.
Their behaviour was totally horrendous.
This I am not exaggerating.
If only you guys were there.
You'd be ashamed too.
:(
Just as evidence to support the 'tiny' episode in today's event.
My colleague, Sven, told me about an incident last week.
Apparently, a small group of Asian people came for dinner.
And when they were done and on the way out,
a lady conveniently grabbed a pepper müller, a glass containing colour pencils (which we stand by for kids to colour with) and a bottle of ketchup to bring along as souveniors.
-_-"
Table decorations, pepper müller, glass of colour pencils, bottle of ketcup.
Whats next?
Want one of the table cloths as souveniors?
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