I think if I don't get out of Maui soon I will pop.
Here is the deal, in list form:
1. Colleen (my boss) was on vacation in New York (her home state) for the holiday season. Before she left she gave to me an alcohol license training manual. She told me to just read it once through and go take the test in Wailuku, which will cost me $20. Also, if I lose that training manual it will cost $20 to replace it.
2. I work nearly every single day she is gone, Christmas day and New Years Eve being the only exceptions. I know that Clay wants to leave but in order to get out I have to save up the ca$h money so I keep on truckin'.
3. Everyone seems relatively content that I am fine to work with with the exception of Lexi, who undoubtedly can't stand the sight of me for no discernible reason that I can figure.
4. Colleen returns and in a casual conversation with Clay says, "Oh, Cassie wanted to keep working? I thought she was only working through to the new year...?"*
5. She also mentions to Clay that she is planning on cutting down the hours of both Rachel and Travis, the only servers working at Colleen's with a soul. Travis because he is always stoned and Rachel because she spends too much time talking to tables, supposedly and respectively.
6. I have to go in and look at the new schedule to see if I actually got put on it. Rachel is working and happens to be training a new girl, Josie. **
7. I think that Josie is there to replace me. So, I text Colleen to ask when I work next.
8. She gives me Tuesday AM shift, which went fine.
9. But Clay and I have prospects in West Glacier and at Big Sky. I have the money to get plane tickets and move, it is just a matter of securing a base.
10. Rachel, consequently, wants to get out ASAP too. She's been talking about Alaska so much lately and I keep encouraging her to do it. It would mean that she has officially been to all 50 states if she did go and other than her sweet dog, Isis, she has not reason to stay in Maui.
Anyway, the transition period is rough. Both Clay and I are stir crazy. The stress is making him physically sick and I had a panic attack for the first time since spring the other day. I have actual dreams of being in Montana.
Colleen's, at least, has given me plenty of dos and don'ts in my brainstorm for a books on how to be a casual server/diner. First and foremost: if cocaine becomes apparent as a problem for some of your other staff members, then you probably don't want to work there. Also, if your coworkers enjoy protein smoothies, go to pilates classes, own bright pink hello kitty purses, and can't appreciate a customer who buys other customer's meals as a way of keeping the 'aloha' alive while you are someone who wears destroyed converse sneakers, goes hiking, watches roseanne, and has real meaningful and friendly relationships with customers then you are probably not wrong in thinking that you don't fit in (WHICH IS TOTALLY OK) and it is in your best interest to GET OUT. GET OUT NOW.
*Which is completely absurd. First of all, she is the boss and should know what is going on all the time. Second, she should probably tell me what she wants me to work. Third, never in any conversation with her did she indicate that I was a holiday worker. Fourth, why would she give me the training manual to earn a long-term commitment badge to work for her restaurant if those were not her intentions? She's lying because (1) she doesn't have any actual hours to give me and/or (2) one of the other workers, most likely Lexi, told her I'm not working out in some way.
** Little does she know that she is training the girl who will replace her.
