Thursday, February 17, 2005


I worked at the restaurant this Valentines Day.

We had a special set menu for those that made reservations and they were seated at tables on the upper deck of the ship. There were roses, candles, and a super cheezy keyboard player/singer to accompany their meals. I was the runner that night for the upper deck. Translation: I would be running below deck to the kitchen and carrying meals to the upper deck (many flights of stairs involved) the entire night.

I tried not to be bitter. Running overpriced meals of lobster and filet mignon to lovey dovey couples that were all dressed up- getting only a 30 second break from my perpetual stairmaster of hell when I set plates down on the tables- only to have the cheezy keyboarder say weird things into the microphone in between songs like, "Have any of you ever been in love? Mary, I know you have, I can see it in your eyes and the skip in your step."

I had made the mistake of introducing myself to him before he went on that night.

I would just flash him a smile when he'd mention my name, abstaining from shouting out that the only reason I had a skip in my step was because I'd had to go to the bathroom for the past 2 hours, but didn't have a 2 minute break to do so.

I was doing a good job of staying positive the entire night. All I wanted from my Valentine when I returned home from work was a back massage.

I was busy clearing some of the tables when Sven, one of the German servers who was working the upper deck with me, yelled sternly, "Mary, I need you to go to the pantry."

I told him I would go just as soon as I finished clearing this table.

He snapped back and me angrily..."No, you'll go right now. And bring this in there!"

I was about at my breaking point. Here I had been, busting my butt the entire night and he was yelling at me that I had to drop everything that I was doing to take what, a measly spoon into the pantry for him. He just couldn't do it himself?

I forced a smile and retrieved the spoon from him and headed into the back pantry. I pushed the pantry door with extra force and as I cleared it, a large strawberry and ice cream sundae came into view (the kind that I had been serving to our guests all night). Sven's voice came from behind me, "And I don't want you stepping foot out here until you're finished with that!"

I smiled and thanked him as he headed back out to clear the rest of my table.

That was the best damn sundae I've ever eaten in my whole entire life!

Australian Word of the Day:

-They call baby carriages Prams...Baby Sully in a pram? Totally weird
-Also, they call the day after Christmas here Boxing Day--it's a national holiday included with Christmas where everyone basically lays around and plays with all the presents they received...pretty good deal if you ask me.

Congrats to those that figured out the weird international calling cards. I swear they make it as hard as possible for you to use those things. It was so nice to receive a call from the people I miss the most! We'll have to figure something an every other call agreement, one week I'll call, one week you call, something like that.



At 6:42 PM, Blogger Rob said...

This is a hallarious story, the keyboard player was killing me. I'm glad you had a reward after all that hard work.

Love ya, "peace out"

At 10:11 PM, Blogger Dancing Butterfly said...

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At 10:13 PM, Blogger Dancing Butterfly said...

I was laughing out loud, and almost cried. Rob,the keyboard player part was a leading climax toward the sundae suprise; the Ship Captian was the funniest character. He held an alternate ending during the delivery that the audience finds unexpected -hence humerous. (look at what reality television is doing to Americans-not to mention american actors:()
Thank you for such a hearty laugh maymay. Next time ask for a foot rub.

At 10:03 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Funny story! Glad everythings is working out! take care! Mariko

At 11:09 AM, Blogger KrissySullivan said...

My baby's not riding in no pram! Everytime I see Dancing Butterfly I am reminded of my Indian Princess days. There was nothing I liked more than spending one-on-one quality time with my father. Only then was I his only one. When we headed home there were always these 3 other ones fighting for his attention. One day,not to my knowledge,Dancing Butterfly was invited to joined our little father/daughter group...and things were never the same. Poor Dancing Butterfly, I took it all out on her, when really the only one I was angry with was my father. Dancing Butterfly was and continues to be a constant joy for anyone she decides to dance in life with....and since she never calls I thought I'd let her know just how much I love her.
I love you Jules!

At 3:26 PM, Anonymous Jay said...

Krissy - i know this shouldn't be a forum for us to chat while Mary Kay is thousands of miles away going "Isn't this MY blog!?!?!?" but i agree with you that Dancing Butterfly is difficult to get a hold of. But Dancing Butterflies are, by their very nature, hard to catch. i find i have some success if i try to catch the Dancing Butterfly in her natural habitat. For the record, that would be her home or Murphy's!! Hee hee hee hee!!

At 12:34 AM, Blogger Dancing Butterfly said...

Yeah. Every time I set foot in Murphys someone cards me. It ain't no Cheers, except for you and other V.I.P. alums. Maymay please send us your billing address. Amy has the right idea: TO SEND YOU STUFF!!!!
So, Maymay what is the Australian music scene like? Has Jeff tried to get a band together for a one night gig? Jason and I are going to see Moe this weekned. We have been looking forward to it for months. Have to miss Baby Drews first year of life celebration:(
I hate when so many fun things land on the same day!
Does Jeff have his own Blog if so, I wish I could be reading that too.

At 2:42 PM, Blogger KickinKangaroo said...

Hi may-may,
Julie read your story out load. I love how descriptive you are with your stories. It's hard to imagine what it's really like there but you painted a great picture of it for me.
Hooroo, Love you,

ps-I just got my own nickname so expect to see more posts by KK

At 2:44 PM, Blogger KickinKangaroo said...

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