work day number 1

ui ui ui, wow my first shift lays behind me. 8 hours of washing, soaking, rinsing, scrubing, carrying and putting away dishes. cubs, and plates and glasses and pans and pots and cutting boards and spoons and forks and knifes and cubs and plates and... you get the picture..:) apparently it was a low day. oh well. so while i was up to my ellbows in dishwash water trying to save pots from tomatoe sauce, pesto pasta and the like i got an introduction for how to make coffee. oh you haven't done that yet? well here it goes...it is very easy. just put this into that, dont' take that one but this one, don't push it too hard, push it hard, left, right, up down and go for it...mhm... ok. and back to my dishes. every five minutes i needed to ask someone where to put something or where i find this or that. then an erand to the local store, ok we buy this tofu not that one, this soya sauce but not that one and don't take any other dressing that this one. ok. and off we wenrt to the next store to get another kind of tofu. then back to my dishes. hi jewels, can you get some tomatoes. sure where do they live? well, if you go down the stairs, turn left then right, then up and down and look through your third eye there is a box with tomatoes. you can't miss it. sure. alright down i went, actually found the tomatoes brought them up without squizzing them and the cook was happy. and back to my dishes. somehow every time i thought i got control over it there was another pile. so i started to philosophy about that. isn't our life like washing dishes? every time we think we figured it out, we got what we want, we are finally happy and content we realize there is another pile waiting for us, all dirty and laughing in our faces? isn't there always another challenge once we got over the one that seemed the biggest EVER?? you have time to think when you wash dishes that is very postive. unless somebody needs something or wants to widen my horizon about kitchen duties. which i appreciate but my brain was already high from the bleach water and all i could thing of was 'soap, rinse, bleach.soap,rinse, bleach.soap...' oh did you talk to me? sorry, what?:)
the time went surprisingly fast though. my shift was from 1-9pm and only around 5 i was in a deep soapy hole and thought time just doesn't move anymore. everything was moving sooo slow exept the dishes which seem to happy pile up one after another. around 6 i took a break and had something to eat. yes and i used a plate. ha. knowing that i will be the one who will clean it. sigh. the people are pretty cool and it was fun to work with them. some get annoyed earlier of my questions and confused looks some seem to have infinite patience. and then around 7:30pm i suddenly had this happyness shot creaping up my body into my head. probaly cause the end was nay.:) i started to sing and dance and the dishes seemed to clean themselves. like in cinderella. by then i smelled like bleach, had bleach all over me and acutally felt like a bar of soap myself. my fingers had disolved by then, my nails were so soft i could bend them into funny shapes like horses and flowers..;) my skin was so soft from the hot water that i just needed to touch it and it would burst open. oh yes, speaking of hot water. the water coming out of the tap was FREAKING HOT!! but not hot hot like, oh, wow that is hot. more like 'f***, i just burned off my little finger!'-hot. there is a little sign over the two sinks that says acording to law number blab blab blub you have to soap the dishes and the rinse them with hot water no cooler then 43celcius. 43CELCIUS. that is like stepping barfeet on sand in the sahara. man was that hot. and it didn't get better the more dishes i cleaned and therefore the more i burned myself. no. it just kept being painful. so i decided i will buy some cloves today. with a bright colour and smilies on them to cheer me up.
when the day was finally at end and the garbage bags were on the curb i wasn't that sure if i wanna come back on wednesday. it's freaking busy and i am standing the whole time. i have no clue what to say if a costumer comes a along and the waiter in charge has mistericly disappered(which happend a couple times). 'can i get a coffee?"'aehem, sure, yeah why not. don't we all love coffee?' 'so, can i get one now?" 'well,... actually...no. cause i have NO IDEA how to do it and even if i knew i couldn't do it cause my hands sunk and went lost in that FREAKING huge sink over there. yep, that one with the millions of dirty dishes piled up at each side growing by the second. which reminds me that i have to go back and unfortunately have to stop talking to you. but i think soon there will be a person appearing who claims to know how to do it and will happily assist you.'
ui ui ui. first days are kinda interesting. it is a real good experience for me cause i like to know how to do things and be in charge and do stuff on my one. now i have to ask about every step i take and don't take etc. and it's kinda overwhelming to tell the truth. i was very exhausted and just wanted to eat, not wash ANY more dishes no matter how many are piled up at home and go to bed. and i did.
so today i am not watching rowan which is really cool and i take the day off. i will buy some happy gloves and try not to freak out over the fact that i forget to empty the coolhouse-garbage cool water bucket yesterday at the end of my shift. that bucket likes to overfload and well, i forgot to empty it. i remembered it at 8 am this morning and felt this soapy awareness creaping up my throut. oh well.
so, yes dishwashing is fun and deliberating and joyfull.:) you rock, baby!:)
sending you loving soaps, aeaeah, soapy love...mhm...i mean bleach clear blessings,
jewels