Wednesday, January 6, 2010

First Day of Work!

Remember when I was all...I need a joooooobbbb. Nooooobooodddyyyy will hire me. Waaaaaaa? I am sure you all wanted to punch me in the face and tell me to turn on CNN because, duh, the economy.

Well, kids I am officially a member of the working class once again. Today was my first day of work. I have been in and out of the facility paid and unpaid working out the details, but I actually slapped on a uniform and a name tag and proceeded to wait on some old people. It was...fun? I have never waited tables before and have always been terrified of the prospect, but I needed a foot in the door and a good friend was willing to help me out, so here I am.

The dining room that I work in is independent living, meaning they receive no medical assistance from the facility. There are also assisted living and health care (mostly Alzheimer's and severe dementia patients.) Since they have their own kitchens in their apartments, they are required to make reservations to eat in the dining room. There is a cocktail hour before dinner and four seatings.

The menu is fine dining...tonight it was seared scallops with a champagne demi glace, chicken fingers with homemade sweet and sour sauce, and ham loaf with a mustard cream. We get to try all the food before service and it was damn good. AND I love the chef, who knows I am a culinary student. Fingers crossed there is an opening the kitchen.

All in all not a bad day, but I am beat. My body is not used to being on my feet for that long, although I am sure I will get used to it soon.

Funny story. There are signs all over the building about elopement. During my orientation, they did the tour before they did the actual paperwork. So, I am reading all of these signs, thinking these people are getting married left and right and it is a problem. Over and over I am going through my head how weird it is that the elderly elope all the time. You know what it really means? They left the facility without permission or wandered out of their ward. Can we talk about how glad I am I didn't ask?

1 comment:

Bradshaw said...

I like the first definition of elopement. It seems hilarious that old folks would run off and get married on a whim. I like it.