Bad things come in threes

New job.
Every single thing in life has an upside and a downside.
The upside: I don't have to work at Hobgoblin anymore...
The downside: not knowing anything, again.

The thing is, Caio (the guy that arranged for me to start working there) told me that the hotel (caled Bailey's, it's part of Millenium or something like that) needed a waitress to work at the bar. I told him I had pub experience WORKING IN THE KITCHEN and waitressing. But he understood that I had something to do with the pub and that I had bar experience like preparing drinks.

I knew I was going to work at the bar but I thought I was gonna be trained! The managers were under the impression that I HAD some bar experience and they got shocked when I told them I couldn't prepare a bloody mary.
At first, Steven and Dada (the managers, he's from some African country and she's from Bosnia) were really nice to me, we talked a lot and the atmosphere was pretty good. After I told them I'd never worked at a bar they completely changed their attitude towards me. And, of course, I felt like shit.
Dada said - in her terribly pronounced English - that if I didn't learn everything fast there was no way I could keep working there. What a fucking bitch! My first day at that fucking hotel and they start throwing bombs at me. They put me in a situation that made me actually say, 'I'm sorry, I don't know what to say' as if it was my fault! No doubt that they were misinformed. Caio told them that I had pub experience, period. They were pissed and I stood there looking like a moron.
During the 6-hour-shift, only one couple went to the bar. ONE COUPLE! But they obviously arrived when neither Steven nor Dada were there and they were nowhere to be found... Anyway, the couple ordered white wine and shanty. 'What the hell is shanty?', I thought. It wasn't in the menu. I freaked.
I must say that I should've asked the costumer what it was, but at the time I got nervous and didn't know what to do.
Shanty is a pint (or half-pint) of half lemonade, half lagger beer. That's it.

It was after this incident that they started to be not so friendly. But I made it till the end of the shift and went home. So frustated, you know?

This was Saturday. I would have to work Sunday as well. From 9am to 3pm.

It was Dada's day off. It would be just Steven and I. I got there and sorted almost everything out for the opening. I only missed a couple of things but, hey, it was my SECOND day. The problem is, every single thing that I forgot he looked at me like 'you can't do anything...' Come on! Even if I knew how to make a thousand drinks I would have still forgotten how to go through that labyrinth to get to the drinks room downstairs. Needless to say that I wanted to punch him in the chin big time!!!
Sunday had 100% more action than Saturday. TWO TABLES the whole shift!!! And those fuckers are giving me a hard time about not knowing the drinks???? Gimme a fucking break, will ya?????

I made in both days the amazing amount of 5.25 pounds of tips... Well, better than the Hobgoblin: 2 pounds in two months!!!

I hope next weekend it's better. It's wierd having to wake up early everyday. My worst nightmare (well, one of the hundreds...).

Bad news about the school: my teacher Matt is moving to France (Paris) to teach business English and live with his girlfriend (who's French and lives there). I wonder who's sustituting for him and I feel sorry for the person, because Matt is awesome!
Paris...
I still remeber:
The Hotel de Ville



Paris seen from the Eiffel Tower



And Jim... always!!!