Working Weekend

Saturday evening was my first shift at Chimney Corner, the restaurant where I played the sax when Patrick was still in residence, as a porter. I'd inherited Patrick's black shirts, apron etc, and bought some pants from The Bay in Banff.

I rocked up rediculously early, to be met by the manager and introduced to my guiding porter, Britta from Germany. Of course, we already knew each other since everyone on hill had been well acquainted with each other by now. But now she was my colleague..
Funnily enough, Britta is currently training to work part-time in ski school (although as a snowboard instructor).

Main responsibilities of the job include checking the food is correct before bringing it out to the tables, making sure the customer is happy, and polishing cutlery and general clearing up. It makes a perfect part time job, since it is pretty easy but there's enough to do not to get bored, the kitchen is a fun place to hang out while polishing or waiting for the next order to come through, and the whole place is pretty quiet in the evening since the maximum number of people we'd serve would be the entire population of the hotel, so even on the busiest day you know there would only be a maximium of around 200 meals. And they trickle through slowly and steadily.

But now I've got another uniform to keep clean and wrinkle-free....