As with any waitressing job, when starting off at a new place you start at the bottom of the food chain, aka.
A runner.
A runner does all things knitty gritty. So I was polishing glasses, folding napkins and pizza boxes, sending the dumb waitor up. And down. And up again. Emptying and loading and polishing and wiping...
Nam-learning and pizza-glancing and wine-looking and stairs-climbing left me exhausted but satisfied. The pizza, pasta and grill style of Basilico (http://www.basilico.co.za/) combined with its child-friendly (with dough and shape cutters and plastic rollers for the kids!) and friendly managers makes the ambiance of this newly redone restaurant.
This is Basilico's famous pizza, the Basilico.
A R20 taxi fare back to granny's, desperate supper-stuffing and crawling into bed left me thoroughly exhausted, in a satisfied sort of way.
Today was essay-writing and church-going. Sat in on the youth group at my church, St. Andrews, of which I may take charge and tried out an awesome church of my friends', Church on Main, for their evening service. Great people, a message to increase preaching and coffee served me well! I think I'm going to head back to that one. A long stop at friends' digs for supper and chilling, leaves me exhausted as I get shipped back to res.
Superwashing awaits my dear dresses as soon as I get back!
Sweet dreams to all of you still out there!
