Hospitality: Sorts you out loads in small towns
Tuesday, January 6th, 2009Had a trial last night at a restaurant along Hastings Street. Bit of a posh place (like all of Hastings,) that sells main meals that are smaller than a child’s closed fist. I was on the bar- my forte after having spent years on the bar at T.G.I. Friday’s BazVegas and with a *cough *cough* cocktail knowledge of 200+. Lauren is on the floor, that’s incredibly elite hospitality speak for waitressing dontcherknow.
It went well, we both got the jobs and the pay ain’t too shabby either, as well as a whole honcho of nice little perks that you could only get in a town as small as Noosa. One example being last night when work was over we went as a group to a local bar that was holding a ‘hospitality’ night. Basically means that if you work for one of the restuarants on the strip you get free drinks and free entry and introduced to a whole bunch of Noosa’s party going locals. Pretty sweet.
On the downside, there have been numerous reportings of ‘bashings’ late at night in Noosa. I guess this comes with the territory of being a small town in Queensland. Locals can be a bit rough around the edges and bogan. To be fair though, the same things happens in Basildon, and Liverpool -in fact my first ever night in Liverpool saw me getting my nose busted for being a ‘fookin’ southerner,’ so I’m kinda versed in the drill. Just means I won’t go spouting off like a lush at one in the morning. I’m certain we’ll be fine. Unless of course, the locals who would be interested in bashing someone for not being from their tiny town have read this blog and, after having got someone to help them out with the polysyllabic words, will come hunting for me with their surfboards raised.
Only joking locals, I know you can really read.
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