The next days I was working evening shifts (7:00PM - 1:00AM). Every day I learned more about the restaurant working system. On the third day I was ready to take orders for drinks with two different notepads (one for all-inclusive guests, the other one for paying guests). However, this was the day when the most weird things happened in the restaurant.
There is something called the "meditarrenean temperament" and it really exists. What I observed on Sunday was a very big evidence for that.
As I once wrote, the managers name is Joe. Joe is usually unhappy with anybody's performance (except for his own), so he tend to shout at people. At first, he shouted at me - in a manner, which in Poland would mean that I'm going to be fired very soon; however, I realised, that he shouts at everybody in the same manner. At one moment he shouted at the chef the cuisine (Salvo), and they began arguing in Maltese. I was really annoyed by this and wanted to put an end to it, but I looked at Matthew (one of the waiters), and what surprised me, he seemed completely untouched by this situation! He would just look at both arguers and wait patiently, looking bored, for them to finish!
The worst thing happened about an hour later though. This woman I wrote you about in last post, probably a wife of one of the managers or owners, came to the kitchen and I saw her arguing also with Salvo. I looked inside the kitchen to see one of the workers grabbing her by the arms to stop from beating the hell up from the guy! As I saw, there was bolognese sauce spilled all over the kitchen - I wonder if she broke the sauce container in anger, or she was angry at Salvo for doing it?
Another surprising thing about the restaurant is tips handling. All the tips go to one jar, yet they are not split between waiters or bartenders; they are collected by the manager! I think I'm going to talk with him about it - basicly, it's just stealth, isn't it?!
On Sunday we went to Valetta for the Holy Mass at St. John's Cathedral. This temple is incredibly beautiful. You can see a photo on the bottom of this post.
One other thing I observed during those days is that all the rotten jobs, as well as the simplest ones, are usually made by Black people here on Malta. At the same time, I've never met a Black person working by the office desk or a counter here. I'm just wondering - is it the intellectual level of Black immigrants that determines this situation, or is it some kind of Maltese xenophobia?
Chris was still looking for a job on those days. He's found two: one in a restaurant in Mellieha, and one in a cafe in Paceville - this one is under polish supervision, and with polish people! Hope he will be fine at work.
That's all for today - I'm off to work!
PZ.
St. John's Cathedral - main nave
View from Nicky's roof - sunset by the St. Paul's Islands
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