Communication Barriers
Working at a mexican restaurant makes it quite obvious that 80-85% of the people I work with speak Spanish. Not a problem most of the time, until they get going really fast, then it sounds like monkey chatter. They also have this whistle thing they do. No kidding they whistle at each other to get the other's attention and then talk to them. But each time its a different whistle. Its like listening to a shepherd whistling to his dog. I haven't been able to whistle to save my life since I got my braces off in 7th grade.
Also every night we clean the floors because, well, they get super gross. This requires throwing a bucket of water+cleaning solution all over, scrubbing with a deck brush, the squeegieing the water into the drains. Every night I come home soaked from the knees down due to the throwing of water on the floor. It somehow even happens when they warn me and I move. Last night we had one of the trainer dudes back and he was picky as hell about how clean the place was and made us super clean everything to the point where it took us an hour extra to get out of there. They were doing the floors as I was finishing cleaning my cooler, and warned me about the water. My response? "I don't care, I get wet every night anyway." I realized what I said as soon as I finished saying it, and got cheers and responses immediately, before I had time to cover. I guess that's what I get for being the only female in the kitchen for the night :P
Saturday, June 18, 2005
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