Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Pay Time
Foody
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I am a typical foody and I love having my adventures; here was one I was just about have. It was lunchtime and our chirpy manager wanted us to get a stomach full and thus stared my journey into Marathi food. Pav Bhaji, Kanta Uttappa and Sam Savera caught my attention. Could I handle it or is it going to one of my many adventures to places where any man needs to go everyday. A success and all content, we swing back to action until early evening. The whole process we were at it again. We made some changes to the sitting which included a section for the smoky lot who were most happy with the change. We no more lost one customer every 30mins because of trivial reasons such as this.
For the Techno Freaks!!!
Oh Boy Back to Work
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What is one of your most nightmares turns out to be reality, now that is scary. Yes imagine waiting, no not waiting for some person to show up. Imagine waiting on customers at a restaurant. Yes you can call me a WAITER and thanks for that. Let me tell you some specs of my job description. Usher people in, give them the menu, ensure that water is available for all at the table, wait a few nanoseconds until the customer is ready to share his views about the menu, help him make some quick decisions about what would feel best once he gulps it down. Then we send the wish list across to the head chef who is most annoyed at the various repetitive requests. As the minutes fly by and no would be digestive material arrives, the customers tends to get corky, this is the precise moment at which you would give him some food for though and give some lame excuse the next minute. Finally what feels like heaven to the customer has arrived and he would waste no time in making the utensils look unused. Happy and content with the results, he would ask for the bill, which I would like to call the deed of agreement in this case for which he would most unhappily pay for. I would like to state at this point that if the customer was a good looking caucasian female there would be ample amount of advice and service rendered. Once the victims at the tables vacated, Avinash would have all cleaned up in under 30 secs, the Ferrari team would be put to shame.
The Aroma of Victory
FC Road had defeated us, and as two sick war heroes with little hope, we took some bold strides into JM road. We knew when we saw it right away at the very first glance. Hotel SHIVAM!!!. The manager had a sense of humor in him, which connect well with the true me. The Professional wannabe side of me played along with the humor side by side and we had finally won ourselves a job. But wait!!! Did he know there was a pay involved in this one fast numbers. Well thankfully no, it was true at last, we had a pay and it was 110 per person.
Over Drive
No Money!! No transport!! No Job!! And I am a CEO??
Well let’s head to FC Road, JM Road or Deccan, who might want to appoint us for a day? Or may be not!!!
Mr. Kumar in his flashy new Esteem spots some "BUDDYing" young men and women eager to hitch a ride to anywhere close to Deccan. Stashed in like salmon, we make our journey to FC road with all Zeal and no money. We explain to him our endeavor with high aims. He listened eagerly and came to a screeching halt just the beginning of FC road. After detaching ourselves from the car we looked out into the beautiful world of opportunities that awaited us. 10 strides ahead and we find a restaurant, we ask the young gentleman at the counter for a job for one day. Well what can I say, the expresstion on his face said it all.
Every 10th stride we found one new job opportunity and hoped each to be the last. Nothing helped; no one took us for real, our smile, our charm, our energy, no one seems to compliment our pleasing nature. Were we missing out on something, have we been doing something wrong. We knew we had to do something soon, 45mins to the perched deadline for finding a job. WAIT A SEC!!! We are CEO’s not fictitious characters out of a Novel, we needed to approach this issue with more professionalism.