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I had like three days off in a row from work, and then I go into the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now on like September 4th of this year, and I already have to take the push-broom and sweep some small leaves out from in front of the building.
The next day, too, it was already cloudy and a bit windy and the temperature was cooler with just the tiniest bit of chill in the air, all afternoon.
It's amazing how quickly fall can come in.
1) Seen from my kitchen window looking out onto the little leafy pathway before the wire-fence and then the corner of the garage in the next yard, a woodchuck scurries by, and he lets himself underneath a gap at the bottom of the fence so that he can enter the next yard, from where he runs quickly out of sight.
2) I pull out my book that I’m reading before bed and lay it on my night-stand as I get under the covers, and several hours later I wake up to it still there with my bedside lamp still on, since I fell asleep even before I could reach up and read it any, I was that tired on that particular night.
1) At a(n already-weird) table of three (older) (white) customers, one (woman) begins to choke a little on too big a bite of food, and another (woman) springs up and puts her arms around her, and she starts yelling at me to come do the Heimlich maneuver, as she starts to try to do something like it.
“I don’t know how to do that!”, I’m like, “I haven’t been trained!”
And, after her friend recovers naturally, I don’t say anything, but it’s clear that the woman is embarrassed, since she herself attempted to try to do the Heimlich maneuver, without really knowing anything at all about how you actually do it, beyond some vague sense of where you stand and that you maybe do something with sharp hugs to the body.
So, although I had avoided mentioning anything at all about that situation when I was helping their table from that point forward, towards the end of the meal, she specifically raises that, and she says that the restaurant should always have one person on staff at all times who knows the Heimlich maneuver.
(Bitch.)
“I’ll tell the owners that,” I was like.
(Yeah, with restaurant staff turnover and everything, give that one a whirl. And also, thanks for displacing your bullshit onto me.)
. . .
2) Two (white) women – a mom and a daughter? – both are done up and take great care about their mildly tawdry flesh-showing clothes, but both obviously have this slack unhealthy-looking skin and this dull, brittle-looking hair.
And, they order a tremendous amount of food for the two of them, like two egg rolls each and a pad thai, but they don’t want any to-go boxes, and on their plates, it’s like all of the noodles are there and the egg rolls are broken in half and maybe a piece or two unrolled a bit with a fork so that the insides of sliced cabbage and carrot are showing, and all together it’s like re-mounded small hills of noodles with egg roll halves dotting them here and there, where all in all it looks like they were very busy eating but you actually can’t tell how much they ate, although if you do look close, it’s clear that they ate almost nothing at all from the entire order, each of them.
Such disordered eating, and the mom taught the daughter.
. . .
(I wonder if there was abuse in the family.)
. . .
…of my one (newer) (taller) (Thai) coworker, at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) One day she turns to me, and she says that one of my problems is that I don’t eat enough protein and so my workouts don’t show enough results, and she offers to include me in on her next order for that for the shipping, if I want to buy some creatine powder with her from an online distributor.
2) One very hot day when she wears her long black skirt in, it looks super comfortable, so I say that maybe I should follow her lead and start wearing a skirt in for my uniform, although maybe the boss wouldn’t like it.
“Say you’re Scottish,” my one (older) (Thai) coworker who’s a whiz at the phones is like. “A kilt.”
3) Another day her two (school-age) daughters are in and they have big bright neon accents on their clothes – one a neon green shirt and the other neon pink shorts – and so when my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker who’s off-shift comes in to pick them up and take them to a really cool playground on the other side of town, I keep making it “a thing” and asking her where her neon is.
…at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) Someone drops off a poster featuring a local garden walk, so I get a strip of paper and write it up so it says –
FEATURING [name of my one (older) (Thai) coworker who’s a whiz at the phones]!
- and then I leave it out on the counter and show it to all my coworkers, and act like her garden is being featured on the local garden walk.
2) When it’s super-slow for a few weeks when students are gone and we make do just fine with two people on mid-week dinner shift, we all want to ask the (Thai) (husband) owner to maybe try that regularly for a few weeks, so someone puts it in the ear of his oldest daughter and she reaches out to him with that, to see if it was something he would consider doing.
(Yet another example of [Thai] discretion, to my mind.)
3) My one (chubby) (Thai) coworker's shopping for crystals at a local (New Age) store inspired my one (older) (Thai) coworker who’s a whiz at the phones to go shop for crystals, and she bought one to help her sleep better, and also one for beauty.
