HAVE I told you? I’m sure I have. I needed to earn some extra clubbing money so got a job with McDonalds, but was gutted when they gave me the heave-ho.
Apparently, I didn’t ‘hustle’ enough… the Bedford Big Mac hustle is a thing, trust me.
At the time, I was gutted, given I had a big night out planned. But drinking money aside, I can remember ducking behind the chip fryer a few times when someone I knew came in.
It’s one thing being paid handsomely for frying French fries, it’s quite another being seen doing it, especially when you’re 17.
Anyway, where is this going you ask? Well, one of the great things about working and living in Lyme is the number of people you get to know and recognise, so invariably, when I go for a walk down to the seafront, I will meet someone who knows me and we will stop and chat.
My job at the Marine Theatre linked me up with masses of people and now my job at The Royal Standard is doing the same, and I love it.
For instance, I met the forthright Geoff Baker when I was heading along the seafront past the beach huts there; he was up top walking along Marine Parade and we stopped for a good old chinwag.
Haven’t seen him in the Standard yet and, now he’s moving to the shires, don’t suppose I will.
But I have met the very cheerful and chummy lot from Lyme Regis Boat Building Academy. According to Maisy, they traditionally spend their last day of term at the Standard, and they would be the last to leave after closing time.
This was of course pre-COVID but I am looking forward to seeing them again when the pub reopens in April. You can learn quite a lot about bending, bilge keels and the after body, whilst you take their food orders.
I only saw them during the winter months when they were dressed in several layers and woolly hats looking more like the explorer Captain Scott than the seafaring Ben Ainslie.
Talking of taking orders, landlady Rachael tells me they have upgraded to iPads so no more barely legible handwritten notes to send up in the lift, I will be able to beam food orders from table to kitchen in lightning speed!
And about that lift, or as it’s known in the trade, dumbwaiter. Am I allowed to use that expression? Dumbwaiter I mean, or has it been added to the PiC list?
Anyway, political correctness aside, it’s had a facelift too. Well, to be more precise, a rope lift. The old cord was threadbare, so a replacement was needed, but there isn’t much call for that kind of gear nowadays. But I bet the boatbuilders have a halyard or two spare.
So anyway, going back to meeting people in my place of work, I had a shift in the wonderful Monmouth Pantry where I not only met Geoff again but also the very glamorous Margaret, volunteer extraordinaire at the theatre.
Unlike McDonalds I was only too happy to be recognised, despite my facemask, but like McDonalds I didn’t last – I think I need to work on my hustle.