I have a work trial tonight… yes, again. I am terrified… again. I just hate starting new jobs. This one is even easier because I know lots of people who work at this particular restaurant, including my boyfriend, and yet I am still bricking it.
Wouldn’t life just be so much easier if you could get a practise run in a place when no one else is there, just to let you work out where everything’s kept, how to manoeuvre around it without banging yourself off table legs, where they hide the more obscure brands of alcohol and whether diet coke is, in fact situated beside regular coke (I have worked in places where this hasn’t been the case, it just makes no sense to me). No such luck and tonight I will be thrown in to an evening service with absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Yey.
Not that I’m not excited, I am. If this works out I’ll have a job that give me about 10 hours a week at least, I’ll know what they are more that 6 hours before the shift starts, and I wont have to walk a mile an a half to get there, these things are luxuries I don’t currently possess. I’m just scared, especially since my boyfriend works there, and he’s made me sound like this competent, sensible person, I just don’t want to embarrass him. Or drop anything breakable…
Which, to be frank, is very likely as I shake like a dashboard ornament when I’m nervous.
In another note, it’s my birthday next week, and I’m happy to already know my plans for it. This level of organisation is extremely unusual for me :)
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