This is, Brandy, working in the kitchen making fruit cups. She is smiling because I asked her to smile but usually no one smiles when they are making fruit cups. To make the fruit cups you have to stand in the hot kitchen with poor ventilation, sweating in a heavy brown shirt, wearing tight blue gloves, filling little white dishes with watermelon, pineapple, melon and grapes. Then you have to put plastic wrap on each of the cups and date them so if the health department comes checking up on stuff we won't get in trouble. Everything in a kitchen has to be dated. Filling fruit cups is part of the dreaded thing known to all servers as "side work." We only earn our hourly wage of less than $5.00 per hour when we do side work, so most servers despise having to do tasks in which they aren't making tips. There is a nightly list of side work that each server is required to do.
Before I explain the required and monotonous side work, I have to point out Brandy's hair. She wanted to do something "fun" so she dyed just the front of it blond and left a part in the back her natural, a light brown. Everyone at work teased her about this two-toned look, but she said when her hair is down it looks like a blond halo around her face. She always wears it in a pony tail, so she doesn't get hair in people's food. She was going to donate her hair to an organization that makes wigs for people with cancer, but now she dyed her hair so she will have to wait until it grows out. In the meantime, she is now a blond waitress, well the front half of her, like me. (And she is way more attractive than she looks in our frumpy uniform).
I have a reputation for being a terrible silverware roller. Terrible.
This is what mine often look like. Wrong. It is suppose to be tightly rolled. This one is loose at the top and when the server assistant puts the rolls on the table it can easily unroll causing forks and knives to clatter to the floor. I understand that this drives the manager who works in the days crazy as he likes things neat. I try. I really do. So this is server side work and perhaps the reason why so many people in the restaurant industry have cocktails when their shift ends each evening. While filling containers of ranch dressing or cutting lemons, they are imagining a cold beer or glass of nice wine at the end of the dark tunnel called side work.
Update: For those who follow my blog and might be interested: Bailey, the handsome Vegan quit, and moved on to a greener pasture. Juan is no longer single after reconnecting with someone he knew way back in grade school. I still have not moved to my pink Barbie condo, but I have not lost hope.