Santa is Coming To Town

Ok, so I told you all that I have started my training for becoming a server. My first night on was a lot of fun. I got to know a couple of the regular customers and learned a lot. Last night I was in the middle of learning when it started to get really busy. We had a line up at the door. This usually wouldn't be an issue but the hostess that was suppose to be on the door called in sick. The hostess that was suppose to be working the back making sure the food was going out on time had also called in sick. We were still good with staff because the manager was going to work the door. But wouldn't you know it one of the cooks cut part of her finger off and was no longer able to work. She did this in the afternoon and was rushed to the hospital. But when she came back they took one look at her and said she wasn't going to be able to work. So the manager who was working the door now had to go back onto the cook line to help out. This left the door unattended. So he, the manager, asked if I could work the door because he wasn't able to be in two places at once. I agreed. And preformed my magic. I even ended up taking an order for one of the servers. It was so much more fun.
Before all this madness started happening though I had this one table. It was an older couple. Not old, but older than me. I'd say probably in their 50's. Anyways, I brought the lady her wine and the gentleman his beer. He responded in saying you just gave Santa a beer. I kind of laughed and then said, "What?" In a confused manner. He looked like Santa but I didn't want to say anything rude. He told me that he goes to the old folk homes around town dressed as Santa. I was like, oh cool. He had the real beard and everything. If I had had my camera I would have taken a photo and posted it. He really did look like a real Santa. He asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I told him, free dinner. Later on when I was checking on him and his wife's soup progress the girl I was shadowing overheard what I said. I had said, "How's your soup Santa?" When I came back to where she was she asked me what I said. I told her and she looked at me in horror....almost like you can't be going around insulting our guests like that. haha. I explained to her what he had told me earlier and ease washed across her face. It was Awesome.
Oh and by the way I did get to go back to shadowing in the bar after the restaurant calmed down. Plus my manager said I could have a dinner for free for switching and helping out. SCORE! Santa has really come to town!

Countdown Central

What's up? I'm in countdown heaven here in Kelowna. Not only do I have one countdown for Christmas but I have four on the go. I did have five but one of them ended today. We have 7 more glorious sleeps until Christmas day. I have 9 more sleeps until my family Christmas. Only 13 more sleeps until the new year. So that means that there is only 12 more sleeps until New Years Eve. The countdown that ended today was how many more sleeps until I get to start my training for becoming a server. I don't think the serving manager knows that I have 6 years experience in serving because he acts as though I'm completly new to the whole scene. Whatever, I'll just look like a really fast learner. haha. I'm ok with that. They will think I'm really smart and witty! Little do they know that I'm really smart and witty. Oh shoot...that's the same thing.
Last night I wrote one of the big tests that they have you write before you can start serving on your own. I was just busy writing it in the corner when one of the bartenders asked me what I was doing. I told him and he was like and you waited until now to ask for help? I was like what? He told me that they all help eachother through the test. The bartender was also surprised that I didn't have a menu beside me helping me out. I guess I'm just too freakin' honest. But I did get him to help me out with four questions. These were questions that weren't in the reading so I had no clue what the answers could be. But I'm pretty confident that I did well on it. I kind of feel like I'm back in school...having to learn stuff and write tests..heehee. I'm sixteen again!

The Price is Wrong

Funniest episode of The Price is Right ever was on today. As I was eating my cereal before I go to work I was watching TV. I almost choked on my cereal from laughing so hard and ran and got my dad to share this funniness with someone else. Today's episode was full of bloopers. Did anyone else see it? The first blooper was when he ended a game right in the middle of it. Then he was like, oops I just screwed up...ah, give her the car anyways. Then the contestants in contestant row started beating on each other when one of them would bid one dollar more than the first person. One girl resorted to karate kicking the guy next to her after punching him. After this one of the games pieces didn't work so Bob had to go and take it off the stand and throw it backstage. If you think that's all that happened you're wrong. He then proceeded to tell a fat joke about one of the contestants. He later apologized for it. It was just a really funny way to start a day. If you didn't see it you surely missed out because today's episode topped them all to date.

Why I Don't Ski Part 2

It took 3 years after the first ski trial for me to give it another try. When I was 17 my best friend Karen and her family invited me to join them in a winter retreat. It was to celebrate our last winter vacation before graduation. So we all rented out a condo for a week at Whistler. I was determined to try snowboarding and so was Karen. She was already really good at skiing and had her own ski's. Lucky duck. So our first day there we both rented a snowboard. Just in case nobody has told you yet, I will tell you...never go by your first day impressions of snowboarding. You will spend the whole time on your bum watching other boarders for little tips you might catch onto. After the first full day we were both really sore. I mean so sore we had to help eachother change because we couldn't lift our arms.
That evening we were already in bed with the curtain drawn(that's what seperated the rooms...a curtain). Suddenly Karen's mom started laughing really hard so we slowly pulled the curtain back to be faced with Karen's dad wearing a snorkel set. It was so funny. That really has nothing to do with the skiing stories I'm telling but I thought I would throw that in.
The second day we both tried skiing. Ok, Karen went skiing and I tried to keep up. After half the day gone Karen asked me if it was ok that she go on ahead and we meet up at the condo later. I said that was fine because I knew I was painfully slow for her. When I was about half way done the run I was on I hit a patch of ice and went sliding down quite a ways. When I finally stopped I realized that one of my ski's had come off and was still up the mountain where I had hit the ice. So I started up slowly to collect my fallen articles. I finally collected them all and tried to figure out how to put my ski back on in the middle of a hill. I couldn't get it on because I kept falling over. I looked over to see a little shed sticking out of the snow and headed over to it to help me balance. Once I got there I still couldn't get it on. After about an hour of trying to get my stupid ski back on I decided it would be better to take off the other one and slide on my bum down to the flatter area. That idea still didn't work. I wrote a couple of poems while I was out there because the view was unbelieveable. Suddenly a guy came up to me and said that I had to get off the hill because it had been closed for about half an hour already. I told him that I would love to get off but I couldn't get my ski's back on. He helped me put them back on and away we went. He told me I was really good at it but I told him that it was the last time I was ever going to ski. I had enough of if. But I would instead pick up snowboarding because at least I could keep it attached to my feet while I sat on my bum. And that is what I did. I stuck with snowboarding and by the end of that week I knew how to carve. Awesome!
Another funny story about staying at the condo with Karen's family was that one night the fire alarm went off. The system had frozen wires and because of it's safety precaution it went off. We had to stand outside in the freezing cold in our pj's and wait for the fire person to come and tell us that it was ok to go back in. All I can say is that I'm glad I wasn't part of the couple wrapped in a blanket. Hee hee...I wonder what they were doing.
But now I have the feva peeps. I'm ready to go boarding whenever with whomever. Just say the word and I'm there.

Reasons Why I Don't Ski....Part 1

It was a Friday night. The air was clear and free of wind. Our spirits were high. I was excited to go skiing for the very first time. As I approached the top of the bunny hill I asked my friends some questions. They answered and said, you'll be fine. Let's go. One question that I forgot to ask was how to stop. As I was cruising down the hill in a moderate yet accelerating pace I realized that I was going to have to come to either a stop or slow down. I tried the snowplow moved they showed me. That worked a bit...but I needed to stop. I thought to myself...why don't you lean forward and fall on your knees and hands. The idea seemed smart at the time. As I leaned forward I realized that this was a bad idea. I started to go faster and then I started to tumble...head over feet. I went over once....then the second time my nose made contact with my ski....I kept on going...the third flip I hit my head and when I came to my face was in the snow. I had no idea what was going on...I couldn't breath and there was blood all over the snow. The first aid people had already been alerted and were on their way. By the time they got there I could breath again...but still shocked and confused told them I was alright. Let's go for another round. I first asked my friends how to stop...oh, fall sideways...good to know. When I got down to the chairlift guys they gave me a really worried and weird look...I just passed it off as they had heard about the girl tumbling down the hill. I thought that maybe they told them what I was wearing. Whatever...let's go skiing. So I got on the chairlift and went up. I did about 3 more runs...each time the chairlift operator giving me strange looks. Whatever. On the way up after the 3 run I wasn't paying attention when we got to the top of the hill. I didn't pull my polls up in time and they snapped from the pressure of being squeezed between the chair and the cliff's edge below us. That's it. I thought and I quit for the night. When I went in to return my ski's and polls I told the young guy behind the counter that I didn't have any money to pay for the broken polls. His reply was that I didn't have to pay for them because he could tell I lost a lot of blood. I was like, WHAT??? Whatever. I headed to the washroom because everyone around me was looking at me in horror. When I entered into the washroom I looked in the mirror and was faced with something that looked like it walked out of a horror movie. I had dried blood all over my face. Why didn't someone tell me? Oh well...didn't have to pay for the broken polls.