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This is a bit of Sightings, Praising, a gripe and Sucky Customers, so it can go into any forum. However, since it deals with me having to serve the general public, it's most appropriate here.
Background: Since I know the owner of a certain local ethnic restaurant, I sometimes moonlight for him as an additional food server for certain events (and be paid handsomely for doing easy work). This event was the Best of New Hampshire event tonight and Best Friend and I were serving food. Because we serve vegetarian options and because said owner has worked hard to build a respectable clientele, we had lines wrapping around the corner for people to try our food.
Best Friend was repeating her spiel about the food and every two seconds later,
"Huh, what, huh? Repeat that?"
One guy was being a jerk about our spiel ("heeeeeey can you repeat that AGAIN? It has what mixed with what now?" and making comments about our food "(Ewww that looks a little dried up...") and its appearance and how tiring it must be to repeat our spiel so much. People were also out in full piggish force and left trash all over the place, including the floor, spilling their food all over the table, leaving dirty plates/used napkins on the front of our table in front of the chafing dishes where we can't see them, spilling drinks, the works. What's really galling is that we had a trashcan RIGHT NEXT to us; yet people still missed the can and piled their dirty plates on our table. I felt terrible for the people who had to clean up and I made sure I gave them plates of food whenever they came by. Owner didn't mind; it would have gone to waste.
Praising: The Food Bank guys who took care to help us lift and carry heavy chafing dishes and emptied them at the end of the night for us. I might make a donation to the Food Bank when I can next.
Gripe: I believe I have celiac disease or at least a gluten and lactose intolerance, will go to the doctor's Monday or Tuesday to confirm. Unfortunately it runs in my family, so there's a really high chance I might have the disease.
It really, really sucks because my food options are now 75% of what they used to be; but I'll take less food options over not being sick at every meal. That said, with gluten intolerances becoming rather common I was surprised at the lack of gluten-free options at the event. What sort of sucks is that one baking company advertised their treats as being gluten free yet neglected to bring any to sample. The baking company next to them, however, did. So I scored from them instead. I just WISH I had scored the leftover cupcakes they had because they were amazing.
And finally:
When I was going home for the night, I got accosted by two teenage girls who were looking to convert me to their new church. Read: dark out, semi dark street, me being a little bit dressed up, walking home, alone.
"Hey, excuse me! Excuse me!"
I turn around, thinking I dropped something. "I'm sorry?"
"I'm Amanda and this is Sarah and we represent the Church of Good Faith! Would you like us to show you the way to Jesus?"
"...No thank you, not at the moment, I'm busy."
"Then do you want us to read you some Scripture?"
"No thank you."
"Do you want to read the Jesus Prayer and end your life as a sinner?"
"No, thank you for your time, but I'm currently reading the Bible for myself".
"Um. Oh. Ok! Bye!"
I think any further opinions on religion can go into an appropriate thread in Fratching. I'm more galled at two 14-ish girls on a dark street corner looking for converts. Why? Why aren't they home in bed sleeping or with their families or at least doing their conversion in the daytime when it's safer? They weren't totally deserted, said corner was semi busy, but still.
Background: Since I know the owner of a certain local ethnic restaurant, I sometimes moonlight for him as an additional food server for certain events (and be paid handsomely for doing easy work). This event was the Best of New Hampshire event tonight and Best Friend and I were serving food. Because we serve vegetarian options and because said owner has worked hard to build a respectable clientele, we had lines wrapping around the corner for people to try our food.
Best Friend was repeating her spiel about the food and every two seconds later,
"Huh, what, huh? Repeat that?"
One guy was being a jerk about our spiel ("heeeeeey can you repeat that AGAIN? It has what mixed with what now?" and making comments about our food "(Ewww that looks a little dried up...") and its appearance and how tiring it must be to repeat our spiel so much. People were also out in full piggish force and left trash all over the place, including the floor, spilling their food all over the table, leaving dirty plates/used napkins on the front of our table in front of the chafing dishes where we can't see them, spilling drinks, the works. What's really galling is that we had a trashcan RIGHT NEXT to us; yet people still missed the can and piled their dirty plates on our table. I felt terrible for the people who had to clean up and I made sure I gave them plates of food whenever they came by. Owner didn't mind; it would have gone to waste.
Praising: The Food Bank guys who took care to help us lift and carry heavy chafing dishes and emptied them at the end of the night for us. I might make a donation to the Food Bank when I can next.
Gripe: I believe I have celiac disease or at least a gluten and lactose intolerance, will go to the doctor's Monday or Tuesday to confirm. Unfortunately it runs in my family, so there's a really high chance I might have the disease.
It really, really sucks because my food options are now 75% of what they used to be; but I'll take less food options over not being sick at every meal. That said, with gluten intolerances becoming rather common I was surprised at the lack of gluten-free options at the event. What sort of sucks is that one baking company advertised their treats as being gluten free yet neglected to bring any to sample. The baking company next to them, however, did. So I scored from them instead. I just WISH I had scored the leftover cupcakes they had because they were amazing.And finally:
When I was going home for the night, I got accosted by two teenage girls who were looking to convert me to their new church. Read: dark out, semi dark street, me being a little bit dressed up, walking home, alone.
"Hey, excuse me! Excuse me!"
I turn around, thinking I dropped something. "I'm sorry?"
"I'm Amanda and this is Sarah and we represent the Church of Good Faith! Would you like us to show you the way to Jesus?"
"...No thank you, not at the moment, I'm busy."
"Then do you want us to read you some Scripture?"
"No thank you."
"Do you want to read the Jesus Prayer and end your life as a sinner?"
"No, thank you for your time, but I'm currently reading the Bible for myself".
"Um. Oh. Ok! Bye!"
I think any further opinions on religion can go into an appropriate thread in Fratching. I'm more galled at two 14-ish girls on a dark street corner looking for converts. Why? Why aren't they home in bed sleeping or with their families or at least doing their conversion in the daytime when it's safer? They weren't totally deserted, said corner was semi busy, but still.
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