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Customer Etiquette Lesson #43

This is just a personal rule which most other staff don’t apply, but I do because I don’t believe that the customer is always right. The customer is in fact often wrong, and failing to address their misinformed opinions and beliefs is not condusive to good communiation.

Babies Are Growing Up Too Fast

I was on the Railbus yesterday afternoon with C. When we got on it was already very crowded so we stood around the middle of the bus. There were people standing and sitting in all directions around us. Like I said, crowded.

I had just managed to twist my arm around my two bags and a man’s arm to hold on to a pole when I felt a distinct hand squeezing my ass.

I spun around ready to emanate abuse, but to my open-mouthed surprise I see a blond baby boy no older than one sitting in his mother’s lap and wearing a mini suit and bowtie.

The mother laughed and apologised and I laughed too at how cute he was. I then turn around and resume my conversation with C for about two second before I felt the baby’s little hands on my ass again.

Restaurant Review: Becasse

Becasse Restaurant
204 Clarence St, Sydney
(02) 9283 3440
Website

We were in Maitland routinely watching Masterchef one night when they showed the contestants not eliminated that week have lunch at Becasse. I wanted to go since then, and last night I finally did.

The restaurant was perfect-looking. I took the seat with my back facing the kitchen and spent part of the night looking at it over my shoulder because it was a kitchen that made you want to throw away your career and become a chef. I tried to find a photo of it from their website but it looks so much better if you were there.

We decided that C would have the degustation with recommended wines while I have à la carte because he had his mind set on the milk-fed veal with confit potatoes while also wanting degustation so I suppose we compromised or not really since he ended up having it his way.

By the way I apologise for the poor-quality photos because I didn’t want to blind the whole restaurant every ten minutes especially considering how dimly-lit it was and without flash my camera is NOTHING.

Fatty.

I ate Becasse today, and I am a fatty.

Fatty bom batty. Moh moh cat. -paw-

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The Bald Hero

Just as I was complaining about work being boring (our script-count for the day at 3:30 pm was an abysmal 36) something interesting happened.

In the dispensary, having finished sorting scripts and refilling stock, I was absent-mindedly observing my occupation-destroyed cuticles. Two men approached the dispensary not particularly looking like they wanted assistance, but out of wanting something to do I asked if I could help.

“Do you have any Codral Linctus?” The one in a big beige bomber jacket asked.

Apparently Codral Linctus does exist but I had never heard of it until I Googled it about 1.5 seconds ago. I told them we’ve never had any.

“Well, it wasn’t for me anyway.” The man replied. I thought it was sort of an odd thing to say, but before I could make anything of it I was autopiloted back to my cuticles.

About ten seconds later I hear my boss J on the other side of the dispensary: “empty your pockets.”