Working for the weekend, yes I am!

Aaaaagh. Work is making me exhausted. I think it's the waking up first thing in the morning thing. We didn't even do much today and I was nearly falling asleep.

Yesterday, I helped with dishes and burnt my fingertips on hot blue willow, then I washed down the walls in the kitchen servery and cleaned out a milk dispenser. Then I meandered into the garden and found J and K working on candlesticks and wall sconces so I spent the rest of the day melting wax out of old candle sticks, then melting wax INTO them and setting new candles in, trying to Windex old ratty mirrors with broken pieces and stabbing myself with a butter knife. I also got cuts under both of my thumbnails and those hurt like bitches.

Today, we finished and hung all the wall sconces except for the ones for the Simeon Jones room, then I followed Sar around for the rest of the day, doing random little things... I washed off all the tables that had already been washed off, we sat in the pub downstairs for a while, I cleaned out nasty pickle jars from 1989, then we cleaned the staff room which was disgusting (read: poop in the flush from last season!, and then the long back room which was what some like to call a "clusterfuck" of useless things that someone obviously put down there because they thought they might need someday - so it was basically rearranging stuff so it looked less like a mess. Then we knocked off an hour and a half early because there was literally nothing else for us to do.

Monday, we clean the ice cream parlor and head for the family restaurant to clean and set up. We have our first group in Wednesday and I hope I get to work it because I am desperate to figure out what the heck I am doing and how to do it. Then we have a group on the 30th, 31st, and a 120 seat lobster dinner on the 2nd of June - all before the site even officially opens! I am sure my legs will be falling off by then and I will have bored everyone with eight million stupid questions.

Sar was very good to me today, discussing things and explaining stuff, and answering all of my dumb questions about serving even though she knows I will be asking them again in the future. When I first met her, I was not sure I would like her very well, but I actually like her a lot. She was also a never-been-a-waitress-waitress when she got hired by S in the first place, and she expressed the same thing I did - I am relieved that S took a chance on someone that didn't have two clues to rub together about waitressing.