I eat C.A.T.S. (Chinese And Thai w/ Sushi)
Hello, welcome to my blog, my name is Daniel!
Lol, I am sure the title freaked you out a bit.
Sorry about that (not really)
So, I work in a Chinese, Thai, and Sushi joint, which is a right down the road from Lincoln University. And my main reasons for working here, is to keep up my Chinese and Japanese.
Sadly, we do not have any Thai speakers at the restaurant since the restaurant is run completely by Chinese workers, and a black guy. But do not think its cakewalk.
After my first day, (it has been about 2 months now), I immediately gained a large amount of respect for waiters at other restaurants. Originally I was a part-time worker and a cashier since, I speak the best “Chingrish, (Chinese and English)” but the bosses quickly noticed something distinctive. A lot of Lincoln professors go there for lunch, dinner, and parties. Plus, these Lincoln professors, leave nice tips, (usually $10s or $20) to support the poor (me) college student. So my bosses figured out 1 + 1 = 2.
1 (Daniel) + 1 (Lincoln professors who go out to eat a lot) = 2 (big tips and business)
So I am no longer a cashier, I am now a freaking waiter with a skirt, pen, and order pad.
Sadly, I don’t get those tips. Since I get a little more than minimum wage, and not the $3 an hour a regular restaurant might give their part-time waiters…
I gets no tips.
Yup, all those $10s and $20s, are put in the big jar that they divvy up once I leave for the day. But, from time to time, I swipe my own tips before they can see.
But, the job is also fun. For some reason, when things get crazy or ridiculous in my life, I start laughing for no reason, because it’s just ridiculous. Like these:
C.A.T. example #1 Busy
When we get super busy, usually Thursday – Saturday (omg on Friday nights) my bosses panic, all the time.
Now, most Chinese people can speak two languages minimum. Usually mainstream Mandarin, which is what I speak, and their local hometown dialect. If memory serves me correct, and I
didn’t really pay paid attention to my classes in China, there were around 20 local dialects, such as Cantonese, Shanghainese (I can speak a little bit, I’m so talented :D), Sichuanese, Fukinese, Taiwanese (it’s a variant so I will include it, and yes, this is a local language), Ammoy, etc.
So when we get busy, my bosses will forget all about Mandarin, and start speaking Cantonese,
– “Daniel! Go #%@%$#& @ ^@#% @&!5 ??? ” or:
– “Daniel! Table A1 #@%@$ ! B@!^@% !!! # ^@^!*!#&@^ quickly…???
– “Eh? I, uh, don’t really speak $%^&@$#& only Mandarin.”
We’re all pretty weird
C.A.T. example #2 B.S.
One of the waiters (Chinese!!!) is a lazy sack of tofu. He messes up so much jeez.., and it becomes my fault, since I walk around, confused, because I don’t understand %#@^@&*$. The bosses aren’t very mean though, actually I love my free rice and salad (poor student, pity food), and $3 meals, but when it gets busy….
Ever seen that movie “Horrible Bosses?”
(If you never seen this movie, you are missing out)
C.A.T. example #3 Racist
This one is funny, I remember I was working after classes and some Caucasian customers came to the restaurant. Once they sat down. One of them said, and no lie, “Boy, can I get some water.”
“What the hell you call me???”
So the boss who watches me like a hawk/mom, saw that I was angry as hell, (I gave the lady an empty cup and left)
After I explained in Chinese, what the heck, racism was, and why “boy” was racist, she asked them to leave if they couldn’t respect her employees (surprised me too) ;D
+1 for the Black-Chinese combo. This is my zone here!
To be honest, racism from an Asian is 2 out of 3 times, due to lack of exposure, and Hollywood movies, compared to here where racism is 30 out of 30 times straight racist for no reason.
Final C.A.T./Diverse C.A.T.
Diversity! I remember I walked in work one day, and met the new part-timers. A new Hispanic/German girl from somewhere, and another mixed girl from somewhere else, didn’t pay attention, because at the time, (I thought I was being replaced).
So now we have more C.A.T. eaters’ lol. They are pretty cool though, and they suffer much more than I do, since I only work 3 days a week (final exam week is here!)
Now, if I had to pack this all up, with a C.A.T. filled take-out container, it would be that I actually have a lot of fun working here. It’s super close to school, I was super poor, and the food is super cheap (beats the cafeteria food at my school big time). And, the semester is just about over, so you can’t fire me before I quit!
- We don’t actually eat cats, by the way, the food there is the only Chinese food in the area I trust, and I watch them cook the food!
- The food is cooked amazingly, cleanly, and with great technique, wok flipping to the max.
- I would assume in most restaurants they train their waiters for a little while before sending them out, however in our restaurant, you get trained for 15 minutes max, and then you’re given your skirt, pen, and order pad, and start working!
- In most restaurants, they have interesting sauce blends and variety, most people would ask about the types of sauces they have, but in our restaurant we have One sauce: peanut sauce!
– (most people are allergic to peanuts; I am not liable)
- In most restaurants there is a stable chain of command, but in our restaurant there is yelling, screaming, uncontrolled chaos and *^&#%*@& but at the end of the day, we congratulate each other on a good days work.
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