I have taken my post title from Lady Ga-Ga’s song “Beautiful Dirty Rich” as it basically sums up my philosophy on life. Unfortunately, I’ve got bills to pay now so I can’t party all the time and I had to get a job – two jobs in fact! Sam and I applied to be bartenders at a few places. We got a call back from Fox’s Ale House for more of a waitressing position with potential to turn into bartending. It is a really nice, chill place and the people are really friendly. We can take shots on the job if a table buys one for us and we get a free staff drink at the end of every shift – so obviously, it’s my dream job. It is a sports bar though and they play rugby games that are on at crazy hours like 6am so the shifts are long and can go pretty late into the morning. I also don’t understand the way they serve people here! Basically every waitress just helps out and no one has their own set table so I might get the drinks for one table and someone else gets their food order and another person gets them their bill. It is just weird for me and I have yet to have someone pay the bill from me. I mainly walk around aimlessly and try to avoid making eye contact with customers so they think I’m busier than I am…
The other job is actual bartending at a place called Provedor. While we were here last time, we had a function there, Jungle Night, organized by Huia. Everyone basically said it was sketchy and called it Provide-A-Whore so as you can tell it’s a pretty classy establishment. It was kind of a funny story of how we got this job. Sam and I went out for nachos with this girl Kasey who went to Loyola and moved out here a year ago. She invited us to a happy hour with a few of her friends. One of her friends knew this guy Ben who basically manages a lot of the bars on the Viaduct. He stopped by during drinks and invited us out that night. We ended going to almost every bar he owns including Minus 5, an ice bar, for free. He set us up with a trial shift at Provedor. It’s nice how small New Zealand is where everyone knows everyone and is willing to help you out. For the job itself, it is kind of fun being on the other side of the bar for a change. I feel like I’m on a little bit of a power trip. But since it’s a lot of backpackers, everyone has accents and I can never understand them. Someone ordered a beer called Sol and I brought them Salt……I still have no idea how to make any drink that isn’t a vodka tonic or rum and coke, or something along those lines where the name basically tells you how to make it. I like that it isn’t waitressing, but I am going to have to choose one job full time. So now the question is, which one do I choose? I mean if I could, I’d actually choose to not get a job and just spend my time on a beach and travelling, so donations are welcome. Please make any checks out to cash. Thank you.
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