restaurant woes

I had my first disaster in the restaurant last night. My earring fell into someone's pasta, and I didn't even realise what was happening until the waiter was on the way to their table. Everything went into slow motion as I chased him across the room, but it was too late ... the food was already on the table. Total embarrassment. I told the customer what had happened, and they were very nice about it -- fortunately they were able to bring a replacement asap. I thought I'd be fired, but I just got a bit of a lecture on not wearing earrings to work if I can't be sure they'll stay in.

My flatmate Bepe and the head chef are going to be swanning off to the Taste of Dublin festival this weekend. The rumour mill has it that the head chef might be going back to Italy, and that Bepe's being groomed to take his place. They're going to check out the competition. I wish I could go too. I might be new to this cooking business, but I do love to eat! Plus, it's on in the Iveagh Gardens, my favourite city park. But, well, I'll be working all weekend and that' s good too, because there's rent to deal with.

I have a minor anxiety about the whole notion of Bepe becoming head chef, because he'll be making a lot more money if that happens, which I guess will mean he'll want to move out of our tiny apartment and find somewhere fancier, and then I'll have to look for a new roomie, which is always stressful. You never know how it's going to go. Of course, I hope for his sake he does get the job, but ... well, I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it!