Post by pyrrus seleukos rex on Jan 28, 2012 9:35:00 GMT -5
It had been a long shift at the restaurant, dinner service was only three hours long but it had taken it's fair toll on the South African. Shouting was the language of the day in the kitchen, shortened words meant different things than usual, he was forever behind on the new slang word for a new dish or even an old one. But he struggled through service after service with a seriousness and often a professional work ethic that often put his fellow staff to shame though the restaurant was only a small-time Greek owned place, Pyrrus liked to take pride in the work that he did and frowned upon the waiters and waitresses taking their jobs a little less seriously and professionally than he did. He often found himself handling a few tables at once, often because he was the first to dive in and commit himself to the job at hand whilst his fellow staff would often give the table a few minutes.
His name was Pyrrus for a reason however and he was certainly regretting those drinks last night, he wasn't particularly hungover, just a little lurchy and his stomach didn't feel all too well either. "Yes of course Miss, coming right up," he said adjusting the headphone in his left ear. He'd been listening to some music he had to do for a singing assignment for college just a few softer songs he was glad for, if humming to himself as he made his way purposefully to the next table he was meant to be serving, before having to say kindly that he was needed at another table. The restaurant was packed to the rafters and he was starting to get a little frustrated with some of the demands placed on him and some of the idiotic questions that he was posed by some of the more timid or simply ignorant customers "Does this have nuts in? My son can't eat Nuts and if theres a single nut in any of his food and he has a reaction i'll sue this place for all you've got!" Pyrrus could only answer as calmly as he could "Of course it doesn't contain nuts Miss, we'll do our very best, however there are some dishes no-...."
Called away again by another customer he made his excuses to the woman "Yes sir what seems to be the problem?" something about the water, Pyrrus nodded "I'll bring you a new jug full, sir," making his way back towards the counter to bring a new water for the table he picked up on a familiar voice, the woman he'd just been talking too was speaking to her husband they were speaking in French but he could tell what they were saying to a certain extent, "That's the problem these days, all these foreigners.." and something more about how decent french people were being pushed out of work by the money hungry English. Pyrrus growled inwardly but let it go, he wasn't about to get fired from his job for howling on some racist, ignorant piece of fucking shit. A few angry words of afrikaans slipped out of his normally very quiet mouth ((at least when he was working)) "Dit is fokken bullshit Ek gaan om hulle te tref," which in lighter terms mean he was going to be throwing a few loose names and slanderous words around if he heard anymore.
A few turned heads answered his native language to which me smiled all cute and dimply and was met by a few other smiles and a blush from a girl sat a few tables away, of course he wasn't serving her, some other lazy idiot he worked with had picked up on her tab as soon as possible. He wasn't about to get any action anyway, bringing the jug to the family and then waved back over to the family he smiled as if he'd heard nothing, found he was criticised for being late with service and that if he didn't understand proper french or English he should probably move back to where he'd come from. "My apologies Miss, however I'd like to say I can speak perfectly capable French and English and that i'm as much a citizen of France as I am of my home country," being called back to the serving counter to pick up the families food he returned bearing it with his trademark smile "Is there anything else you'd like Miss?" he said addressing the wife. What he heard next probably cost him his job depending on his reaction of course.
"Stay away from my wife," came an angry retort from the woman's husband, clearly insecure in his marriage vows "You already have a good Frenchman's job, you want his wife now as well?" Pyrrus' face hardened and he swallowed audibly, the restaurant had gone deathly quiet "Sir, I would not care for your wife if you offered her too me on a silver platter, I pay taxes, I pay my tuition fees and I work a job that you wouldn't want to work for double my wage," he could feel his anger rising deep inside his stomach "Jy onkundig Franse bastard," was the beginning of the rant that he could feel building in his throat, "You think you can accuse me of being some dirty foreigner who'll do anything to ruin your country? I grew up in &'n ghetto waar die geld is moeiliker om te kom deur as gewere," taking a breath and stripping his apron from round his waist he got even more aggressive "I spend hours everyday working my ass off for people like you, who come in here thinking you're the best thing that's ever happened to your own country just because of your beliefs, where I come from, racism is a daily thing that I come to expect from the ignorant, but in a cosmopolitaine country such as this I expected much better,"
Throwing his apron to the floor in a very over-dramatic gesture he stormed out the dining area out through the back door and pulled a cigarette from a packet, almost destroying it with the force he'd used, lighting it and taking in a long drag he exhaled "Jy onkundig Franse bastard," shaking his head and inhaling smoke, calming him slightly. Walking back into the restaurant after finishing the cigarette he took the back entrance and passed the doors for the toilets, bumping into someone on his way back into the main dining area, which had resumed service, the couple he'd ranted at had taken their child and left, probably out of embarrassing. Looking at the figure he'd bumped into he made a quick apology "Jammer, Ag No. I meant sorry," he said smiling a little "It's been a bit of a hard day so far,"
Jammer- Sorry
Jy onkundig Franse bastard- You ignorant French bastard
&'n ghetto waar die geld is moeiliker om te kom deur as gewere- In a ghetto where money was harder to come by than guns
His name was Pyrrus for a reason however and he was certainly regretting those drinks last night, he wasn't particularly hungover, just a little lurchy and his stomach didn't feel all too well either. "Yes of course Miss, coming right up," he said adjusting the headphone in his left ear. He'd been listening to some music he had to do for a singing assignment for college just a few softer songs he was glad for, if humming to himself as he made his way purposefully to the next table he was meant to be serving, before having to say kindly that he was needed at another table. The restaurant was packed to the rafters and he was starting to get a little frustrated with some of the demands placed on him and some of the idiotic questions that he was posed by some of the more timid or simply ignorant customers "Does this have nuts in? My son can't eat Nuts and if theres a single nut in any of his food and he has a reaction i'll sue this place for all you've got!" Pyrrus could only answer as calmly as he could "Of course it doesn't contain nuts Miss, we'll do our very best, however there are some dishes no-...."
Called away again by another customer he made his excuses to the woman "Yes sir what seems to be the problem?" something about the water, Pyrrus nodded "I'll bring you a new jug full, sir," making his way back towards the counter to bring a new water for the table he picked up on a familiar voice, the woman he'd just been talking too was speaking to her husband they were speaking in French but he could tell what they were saying to a certain extent, "That's the problem these days, all these foreigners.." and something more about how decent french people were being pushed out of work by the money hungry English. Pyrrus growled inwardly but let it go, he wasn't about to get fired from his job for howling on some racist, ignorant piece of fucking shit. A few angry words of afrikaans slipped out of his normally very quiet mouth ((at least when he was working)) "Dit is fokken bullshit Ek gaan om hulle te tref," which in lighter terms mean he was going to be throwing a few loose names and slanderous words around if he heard anymore.
A few turned heads answered his native language to which me smiled all cute and dimply and was met by a few other smiles and a blush from a girl sat a few tables away, of course he wasn't serving her, some other lazy idiot he worked with had picked up on her tab as soon as possible. He wasn't about to get any action anyway, bringing the jug to the family and then waved back over to the family he smiled as if he'd heard nothing, found he was criticised for being late with service and that if he didn't understand proper french or English he should probably move back to where he'd come from. "My apologies Miss, however I'd like to say I can speak perfectly capable French and English and that i'm as much a citizen of France as I am of my home country," being called back to the serving counter to pick up the families food he returned bearing it with his trademark smile "Is there anything else you'd like Miss?" he said addressing the wife. What he heard next probably cost him his job depending on his reaction of course.
"Stay away from my wife," came an angry retort from the woman's husband, clearly insecure in his marriage vows "You already have a good Frenchman's job, you want his wife now as well?" Pyrrus' face hardened and he swallowed audibly, the restaurant had gone deathly quiet "Sir, I would not care for your wife if you offered her too me on a silver platter, I pay taxes, I pay my tuition fees and I work a job that you wouldn't want to work for double my wage," he could feel his anger rising deep inside his stomach "Jy onkundig Franse bastard," was the beginning of the rant that he could feel building in his throat, "You think you can accuse me of being some dirty foreigner who'll do anything to ruin your country? I grew up in &'n ghetto waar die geld is moeiliker om te kom deur as gewere," taking a breath and stripping his apron from round his waist he got even more aggressive "I spend hours everyday working my ass off for people like you, who come in here thinking you're the best thing that's ever happened to your own country just because of your beliefs, where I come from, racism is a daily thing that I come to expect from the ignorant, but in a cosmopolitaine country such as this I expected much better,"
Throwing his apron to the floor in a very over-dramatic gesture he stormed out the dining area out through the back door and pulled a cigarette from a packet, almost destroying it with the force he'd used, lighting it and taking in a long drag he exhaled "Jy onkundig Franse bastard," shaking his head and inhaling smoke, calming him slightly. Walking back into the restaurant after finishing the cigarette he took the back entrance and passed the doors for the toilets, bumping into someone on his way back into the main dining area, which had resumed service, the couple he'd ranted at had taken their child and left, probably out of embarrassing. Looking at the figure he'd bumped into he made a quick apology "Jammer, Ag No. I meant sorry," he said smiling a little "It's been a bit of a hard day so far,"
Jammer- Sorry
Jy onkundig Franse bastard- You ignorant French bastard
&'n ghetto waar die geld is moeiliker om te kom deur as gewere- In a ghetto where money was harder to come by than guns
