Fist fight outside the restaurant.
Hope you're good on your side of the world!
Ohhh I slept like a BABY last night. Yesterday was my last night at the shitty restaurant. First I was supposed to work till Sunday, then he told me Thursday, and yesterday he said:
"There's no point for you coming tomorrow, 'cause Matilda wants to work."
Alright... I don't mind so that's fine! Besides I didn't even wanna be there 'cause I think they are threatened by some druggies.
On Tuesday night these two drunk addicts were standing outside the restaurant. One lady and one guy. I didn't realize that she was on drugs, but I saw her standing against the wall, and suddenly she started to slowly fall. I thought she was having a heart attack or something so I walked up to her and asked her if she was okay.
5 minutes later we had a full on fight outside the restaurant!
I didn't see how everything started though. What I saw was that Elisa, one of girls at the restaurant tried to walk the people away from the restaurant, and then Carlo came out. And this was pretty much when I came out to see everything. Carlo was beating up the drug-girl, and she was hitting back like a man! I got a little bit scared so I went inside :P
It seemed like Angelo tried to stop Carlo from fighting, and eventually they both went back in again. Then the girl runs in the restaurant and start to yell at Carlo.
"HOW DARE YOU BEAT A GIRL?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! HOW CAN YOU HIT A GIRL?!" and so on and so on.
That's when Angelo comes up and pulls the girl out from the restaurant again.
We freakin' had people sitting both inside and outside the restaurant and the MANAGER IS IN A FIGHT! What kind of publicity is that?
Soon they are all outside again and keep fighting. Then I see how the drug-guy picks up a knife! Well... It was a food knife, but still! He tries to stab Carlo who is standing in the doorway, but misses, and they close the door. So what happened next was that the guy stabbed the window! He also tried to grab a beef knife, and those knives are sharp!
At this time I was standing outside the restaurant, as far away from them as I could, haha. And since I couldn't see properly what was going on, I thought I heard a gun go off (when he stabbed the door). That's pretty much when I called the police. The police was there in 1 minute, haha! Cause someone else had already called.
They caught the guys, but apparently they let them go later, because last night they were at the restaurant again!
Elisa saw them write down the address of the restaurant, and then call someone. Probably their gangster-friends! Angelo called the police and they arrived a couple minutes later, but they left very quickly. Which I think was very stupid, 'cause the creepy guys are obviously planning something!!!
Oh lord, the last two nights were scary nights :P
Now I'm waiting for my Spanish señorita to come over, we're gonna relax in the jacuzzi :)
Cheers everyone!
Lemon lime and bitters
Has anyone from Sweden ever heard about that? I don't think so!
It's actually the only sparkling drink that I like! It contains lemon, lime and bitters. Ha ha! Very funny huh!
First it's a couple ice cubes, then a little bit of lime cordial in the bottom, fill it up with Sprite, and then add a bit of bitters on top. So the drink is yellowish in the bottom, transparent, and then red on top! And it just tastes really good! And... If you add vodka, you won't even taste the alcohol! It's amazing! I finally found a substitute for my Rum and Passionfruit juice-cocktail!
Anyways, EVERYONE orders this Lemon lime and bitters here. EVERYONE! It seems to be something very Australian, I think. It's more common than Coke or Sprite I think.
Except the Asian though. Water. It's really starting to annoy me.
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"Ehh... Water for the table.."
From the BBQ-night with my Spanish girls.
One of the many beautiful lanes in Melbourne.
One BBQ later and hopefully a job.
Since they live 30 minutes outside the city I stayed over, and when I woke up the next morning my phone rang. And this guy from a restaurant called and said that he got my number from a guy I used to work with, and he wondered if I wanted to come on a trial tomorrow. Of course I said YES!
Then I took the train back to the city to buy a black shirt (sigh), that I needed for the new job. (That I don't even know if I will get or not yet). Unfortunately I didn't have ANY money on my credit card, I found out. And only $15 in cash. So 5 dollar was missing and I had to leave the shirt in the store and go back home and find all my coins. And now I have to go back in a bit and get my shirt :)
And after buying lunch I will be completely broke! Haha! I've never been that before! I do have money on my Swedish account, but I'm out of dollars :P 'Cause my boss decided to pay me today instead of last Sunday!
On the train to Felicia we passed a couple funny stations:
Gardiner means curtains in Swedish... He he he
Why is it impossible to bake Chocolate-balls here?
Today I gave it a second try to bake Chocolate-balls here in Australia. But they just don't taste like they do at home!
I don't know if it's the oatmeals that are strange, or if it's the sugar... But I have a slight idea that the oatmeal is too hard. It's really annoying! First time I baked them I wanted to show my housemates at the time how tasty they were, but they didn't get to taste the real stuff! And today I baked it 'cause I'm gonna have two Spanish over for a BBQ, and wanted them to have some Swedish Chocolate-balls. But same shit happened this time: Strange balls!
They don't really taste bad, but they're just not the way they should be.
Hmpf!!
"Would you mind going to the front door?"
Last night was a funny night. We all went to a bar/club called The Elephant and the Wheelbarror to get Felicia's housemate Marcus drunk since it was his birthday this week.
We all were a little bit tipsy I think, (at least I was), and had a great time! But they seem to love to kick people out from that place. First Felicia's new housemate got kicked out because they said she was too drunk! Then Marcus and I got kicked out for a reason that I don't really know! Haha!
Anyway, what they said to us was "Would you mind going to the front door?" Very weird, I thought.
In my tipsy condition I was thinking "Whyyyy?!"
So we went out and continued to another bar instead! But it was closed and then finally we met Felicia and the others in a huuuuuuge Taxi queue. But since I'm smart I told them to go and take a nightrider instead. A bus that goes during the night, of course ;)
And then I woke up today with a hangover.
Felicia's Mom and Greger are visiting Australia.
But I had a great day at work even though I was struggling with my hangover! Everyone was in a happy mood and even Angelo and Carlo were super nice!
Now: Jacuzzi time!
Why I hate the restaurant.
Okay everybody! I'm gonna make you a list of all the reasons why I hate the restaurant I work at!
They pay you $12/hour! Doesn't matter if you're working weekends or nights, or weekend nights, 12 dollars! That's cash though, but still, it's nothing.
They take your tip! They have a very weird tip system. If you took the order of a table, and they gave you more than 5 dollar tip, then it's your money. If it's less than 5 dollar, Angelo puts it in a jar. Those money are supposed to be for the people who work in the kitchen and behind the bar. But last week the jar was full, and now it's empty, and I asked one guy in the kitchen if he got any money, and he said No. I wonder where all the money in the jar went?!
And sometimes we even see them put 5 or 10 dollar notes in the jar! Which means that sometimes they take your tip and put it in the jar! This stupid tip system means that most of the days you go home with no tip, and some days you might get 5 or 10 dollars. And almost every table give you like 2-3 dollar tip, and if you have lets say 15 tables a day, thats 45 freaking dollars that you don't get!! I hate this!
They don't pay you for the hours you work. Most of the nights we quit 11:45pm, or sometimes even 12, 'cause it's impossible to clean quicker than that! Last Sunday when he was gonna pay me, it said that I only worked 33 hours, even though I had worked 35hours and 15 minutes.
I tell him this, and he starts showing me the hours and everything, and every single night it said 11 30! I told him that's not right, and what does the stupid fuck say?!
"I can't pay for 15 minutes!"
"Of course you can."
"What am I gonna start paying per minute?!"
"Yeah that's what every job does!"
"Well if I say we quit 11:30 and you're not finished but 11:30 it means that you are slow."
"But it's impossible to clean quicker! It takes that much time!"
"But then your slow."
It all ended with me taking my money and leaving without saying bye. And the day after I told them I'm quitting.
They yell at you. Every little mistake you make they YELL at you! "Don't do that! Why did you do like that?! Don't make mistakes! You can't make mistakes!" They're just super mean and rude. We don't need people yelling at us, we would understand even if they told us nicely!
I work every night. Every night but Monday. This means that I can't have a normal social life. I can't see my cousin, 'cause she works normal hours 9-5. I can't BBQ with them, I can't go out with my friends. If I go out I will always be 6 hours behind!!!! Sober!!!!
GRRRRRRRRRRRR I HATE THAT PLACE.
Photoshoots
Party on a Monday night.
The carpark.
The girl in the middle decided to be a picture-pooper! "Hang on, hang on! I'll be in the picture!"
But it turned out nicely!
Now I'm gonna eat my turkey-mince I just cooked. Toooooo hott though :( Damn it!
Why do I see Asians everywhere?
So I moved to Melbourne, Australia, but why is it that I see Asians everywhere?
Just to make it clear before I continue: I like Asians.
90 per cent of everyone I see during the day is Asian! I live in a building of 24 floors, and I'm not kidding, almost EVERYONE is Asian. I feel like a minority here! Once I see someone other than Asian, doesn't matter if he looks South American or Mediterranean, I get a little bit shocked! Cause you NEVER see them in this building! It's really strange going to Melbourne, and not see any "white Australians". Maybe I ended up in China? Took the wrong flight and ended up in Shanghai. 
A carrot I bought from the Queen Victoria Market.
Another very common thing... At the restaurant, the only people who order hot water are Asians. I know that's a cultural thing, I know they drank hot water in Kenya as well. But it's a little funny :P Swedes would never order hot water, would they?
But the most annoying thing of it all, is that every Asian person has an SLR camera! If I meet 10 Asians, 5 of them will carry their SLR. If I meet 10 Australians, (which will take a while), maybe 1 or 2 will carry an SLR. Why? Why? Oh why I ask myself? Are they better photographers? Are they more artistic?
Or are they just more obsessed with electronic stuff?
I really don't understand. I don't see the point in having an SLR if you don't know anything about photography anyway. If you don't have the slightest idea of what you're doing, don't waste your money on an SLR!
Quick update
First of all I need to give you all a quick update on what's going on right now. I'm living in Melbourne, Australia, and I'm here on a Work Holiday Visa. When I went here I thought it would be really easy to get a job and I was certain that I would get a good one that I enjoyed. Oh boy, I was wrong.
14 resumes in shops, and 20 resumes in restaurants later, I got a call from an Italian restaurant. And a couple days after a call from a second Italian restaurant, Cafe Corette, where I now work.
I don't know if I'd call it work though, I'm more like a slave. Working for 12dollars an hour, they take most of your tip, they yell at you, they don't pay you anything after 11:30pm, even though it takes till 12 to clean!
- I can't pay for 15 minutes.
- Of course!
- What, am I gonna start paying per minutes, or what?
Stupid shit! OF COURSE he should! Why should we stay a minute after 11:30 cleaning that stupid restaurant if he doesn't pay us for it?
- If I say 30 minutes and you don't clean in 30 minutes that means you're slow, and I'm not gonna pay for that.
- But it's impossible to clean quicker than that! It takes 45 minutes to an hour!
- Yeah then you're slow.
It's all just funny business going on there.
I like my life here, the weather is nice, I have some nice people that I like, and I live in the middle of the city! You can have a fantastic life here. But I don't have time. I work 6pm- 11:30/12/1am from Tuesday to Sunday. When people are off work I'm going to work, I can barely see my cousin who lives here. I can't go out. Of course I can catch up with the others at the club, but I miss the pre-parties, the BBQs and I can never catch up in the amount of alcohol :P
New Years Eve in Melbuorne.
Anyways! Today I told them I'm quitting!
- Carlo, I wanna quit.
- What?
- I don't wanna work here anymore.
- Why?
- I don't like it here, I wanna do something else.
- Just like that?
- Yes, I wanna do something else.
He wasn't happy about it, but why does he think everyone's quitting?! In the two weeks I've worked there 6 people have quit. Try and treat your employees a little better and they might stay.
It's not only about the employees, it's the way they treat their customers as well. Today we had this guy who asked for the bill. Elisa, another girl gave him the bill and took the money back to Angelo (How can such a mean guy have the name Angelo?) . Elisa was 95 per cent sure that he gave her a 50dollar note, and his bill was on 25dollars. Elisa was waiting and waiting, and so was the customer. Then he asked her where his change was.
Elisa went back to Angelo and asked him where the change was, but Angelo told him he paid the exact amount, 25 dollars. The customer says once again that he gave her a 50dollar note, and Angelo and Carlo even go and have a look at the camera to see what he gave them. But I doubt that they could see how many notes he gave them, the distance was way to far!
After a while the costumer comes in and says again that it was a 50dollar note, Angelo brings him to the camera and they go through it again. After that I didn't listen more, and I'm not sure what happened. But apparently they didn't give him his money back! They were so certain they were right, that they didn't give him his money back!
That's just fucked up. The costumer's always right! And if Elisa thought she saw a 50dollar note as well...
OH MY GOD!
That's just one of the weird thing that happens there!
Time to go to bed! Tomorrow I'm gonna look for another job!
Just noticed this wasn't really a quick update haha, and this was the short version of everything!
Cheers!
