Work, work, and more work.

I am literally f*ckin' shattered. Not gonna lie, I love my new job.. Like absolutely adore it, but I have just done 34.5 hours in 3 days. Ugh.
Yeah, so I realise I haven't posted anything in a few days, and that would be the reason why. I have had basically no time to myself, no time with my Azzyface and little Jace-monster, but I am now currently in day one of my 2 day break... Which I am so ridiculously thankful for.

Thursday.
Wednesday, I went for my induction Wednesday, which took what seemed like forever. It did take a hell of a long time though. I got there at 3pm, and didn't get out til about half 6! All I was doing for about 2 and a half of those hours was reading a shit tonne of papers and doing little tests about said papers. I was quickly losing the will to live xD haha. But it all went good, my employment was confirmed, and I was given my uniform, which is actually pretty nice. Just a shame about the tie and apron colour... they're burgundy. Why? Just, why? I also got my shifts, and that's when the excitement kicked in.

Friday.

So the next day came around ridiculously quickly, and I pretty much jumped out of bed when my alarm went off at 8am..which is very unlike me, I am not a morning person.. I think it is the worst time of the day. But I'm learning to live with them now. Its only taken 23 years. 
So I went into work, totally nervous by this point, and completely running on adrenaline, and I was faced with people I hadn't met yet, and then the nervous tummy pains kicked in. The manager, Iain, then came down, and explained to me what I would be doing for the day... "bar training", well, less training, more getting me used to the tills. I've been working on bars since the day I turned 18, so I'd say I know what I'm doing when it comes to pouring/mixing drinks.
I got my first glimpse of the till just 15 minutes into my shift, and my gut told me to run. It was all so much to take in! Like, all the carvery options, food screens, which had like 6 different types of menu (ie traditional, grills, burgers, etc.), then there was the "light bites" menu, kids menu, hot and cold desserts, kids desserts, drinks, hot bevs, all the tables... and then, after scouring your way through that, and after taking the payment, there was the job of the receipts. Like, not even kidding, every single carvery order comes through as a single ticket, so the lady, Wendy, then I was being shown by, literally had like 15 tickety receipt things come out of the till. What a waste of paper, like seriously. Then...then came the receipts we have to staple together and put on a little spiky thing to keep with all the other receipts. Its all just so much paper, its insane! Poor trees. 
After 4 and a half hours, I had a 2 hour break. I had to get my stepdad to pick me up though, cos I had to go round his/my mum's to use their phone to call HMRC, because I don't have a landline, and there was no way I was using my mobile to call that bloody place. Did that once before and ended up with like an extra £21 on my phone bill. Wasn't good. Especially as mum pays for my phone. Got the angriest phone call from her because of that.
But yeah, I got all my details for the HMRC sorted, then I had to go back to work for like another 4 and a half hours, and not gonna lie, it went so ridiculously quickly. I picked up how to use the till really bloody quickly, and it was very fastly becoming like second nature.
Home happened at 9 o'clock, and I tell ya what, I hadn't worked in nearly 2 months, and I think that was obvious.. I completely flaked when I got in, and just wanted to go to bed...but didn't, cos I wanted to spend some time with the Mr, as I knew I wouldn't be seeing him much the next couple of days.

Saturday.

Saturday came around, and I did not want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to...eventually. Ha. I didn't have to be at work til 12, which is better than the 10am start I had Friday. 12 is much more acceptable for me. 
I went into work a little bit early, and felt so confident, but also bricking it at the same time cos I was down for doing "floor training".. So like waitressing, clearing tables, relaying tables, taking drink and dessert orders on the handhelds when needed. I get so nervous and clammy when I have to approach people, I don't know why. I guess with the fact I'm used to being behind a bar, I expect people to come to me for things. I don't know. Anyway. I was more than relieved when Olivia, one of the assistant managers, told me she wanted me behind the bar because we were short staffed. Obviously being short on staff isn't a good thing, but that day, it was for me. I think learning quite a few new things in a short space of time would have really confused me, and I would have ended up epically failing at something, and I'd probably drop plates, then fall over, and break my face or something. 
So, on the bar for 12 hours, with only a half hour break...that was the most fun thing I have done in my life I have to say, especially when I was left on the bar a lot on my own, cos the guy I was working with was "ill", I still think he was hungover, and he kept going to the toilet to be sick. Olivia, Iain, and Kev (the other assistant manager) were fuming with him for leaving me on my own so many times. But I think I impressed them with how quickly I had picked the bar/till up, and how comfortable I was doing it. And the fact I was upselliing the post mix drinks and the carvery... I love surprising people. Ha.
12am came around, I had done the bar close, on my own, which took me roughly 2 hours... it was such a god damn chore. I had to restock the fridges, clean about 300 glasses, sweep/mop the bar floor, clean the fridge doors, clean the glass washer, sort out the patio for glasses/bottles/ashtrays, empty the bins (Which took like 5 journeys, because the main glass and general waste bins are outside)..stupid idea if you ask me. So yeah, I was expecting to leave about 12, oh no, the girls Sam and little Wendy (a different Wendy to yesterday) were still cleaning the restaurant/dessert/coffee area, and being the nice person I am, I stayed behind and helped them so they could get out quicker. It was good fun actually, they're both absolutely lovely people. It was absolutely pissing it down when we left, and I felt really cheeky in asking, but I asked Sam if she could give me a lift home, I explained I didn't like asking, because I'd only known her like 36 hours, but she said she was more than happy to help me out. Bless her.

Sunday.

Well, I crashed when I got home from work Saturday night. I was absolutely exhausted. I could barely walk, my thighs muscles from where I was bending to put the glasses away, were so frikkin tense (still are), and it was so hard to walk. Me and the fella had a bit of a barny.. I think we were just so stressed, and we just went at each other's throats. Its understandable, I mean, we're in this completely different routine now.. I'm working a hell of a lot, and he has to look after Jace on his own all day. Its a proper shock to the system.
Sunday was pretty much the same as Saturday to be honest, another long day, spent all on the bar, which I really wasnt fussed about.. I actually really enjoyed it. And we actually managed to be all finished by midnight. It was such a quick 12 hours, it literally felt like I was only there for about 6 or 7.


I'll post again when I next get the chance, but honestly, there probably won't be anything exciting as I'm working 42.5 hours this week. But if anything fun or/and interesting happens...you'll know.