Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Also, here's a fun little excersise that someone gave me (was it you, Casey?). Go to directions. Type in London, UK to NY, NY. Scroll down and look at #37. Too funny!
My dad's picture
And how cool that we used to live literally 100 yards from a castle! (Well, from the esplenade)
Dad's picture again
And I get to hear that Scottish accent that all you Americans drool over EVERY DAY! Believe me, you get used to it. I hardly notice it anymore.
I hope to get my pictures soon so I can share more positives about this country.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
I know, I know, like you need another site to keep you on the internet (that is just what I was thinking), but this is a great way to keep in touch with people in a rather non-committal way. You don't have to make posts all the time like on a blog. You can leave a quick message for someone on their "wall." You can add your work and school details and it will let you know who else from your college or place of employment are members. Cool!
Sign up and add me as your friend. Then I can finally see what you are up to rather than just knowing you are lurking on my blog and not leaving comments! :)
Oh, and if you are from American Expats just let me know who you are because I may not connect the name and the screen name. I don't want to just add any old weirdo as a friend. Just the expat ones. ;)
Monday, April 23, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
I am still in the process of adding my links. I will probably leave some out and add some new.
So I was serving a lady today, doing all of these things as usual, but of course she waits until I put the money away to say, "I gave you a 20." I was pretty certain she didn't, but I looked in the spot where I place my 20s and 10s. There was a 20, but there were a few 10s on the top. I told her this, but she kept insisting, saying that she knows it was a 20 because her husband gave it to her. So I grudgingly give her an extra 10. BIG MISTAKE!!! I know that I should not have done that, but it was so busy, there was a queue going to the door and I figured I would not be able to take the time to take my till downstairs to count it. I served the next person, then consulted my coworker. The lady was sitting in, so I still had time. He told me to count my till. He would cover for me.
I took my till downstairs and counted it. Sure enough I was £10 down. I consulted my coworker again just to make sure I was figuring it right. I went to the lady, apologised, and said that I had counted my till and it was now £10 short. She huffed and puffed and rolled her eyes (she was a bit snippy to begin with, couldn't believe that we didn't have a microwave to heat up our croissants with). She said she was going to call her husband because he gave her the money, then she would come over to me.
So I had to cover bar. Ten minutes later she had not come back to me, so I went to her. She said that her husband told her that he did give her a 20, but since she didn't want to dispute it she would give me the 10 back. I then went downstairs and had a good cry. I guess it really stressed me out.
It seems that I have been in the habit of giving change too quickly and giving 10s rather than 5s lately. This is really silly on my part because the bills are different sizes and colors. This means my till has been £5 short a few times and is starting to look suspicious. I caught it once when I glanced up as a guy was putting the note into his wallet. I saw the color and said, "Oh, did I give you a 10?" Without even looking at it he said, "Yes." My heart dropped and I thought, 'this guy knew I had given him too much change and did not even say anything.' So, as a cashier I am pleading with you, please make sure you know what you are giving the till operator and check to make sure they have given you the correct change.
And another thing, make sure you get YOUR drink. When it is busy and customers are in a rush, sometimes they will just come over and grab the first drink that appears on the bar, even if there are other customers before them. If I have a suspicion that it might not be their drink I will repeat it and they will nod and take it anyways.
Today a lady came over and grabbed the venti skimmed latte I just put on the bar. I had a feeling it wasn't hers. I made the next drink, a decaf grande latte. I put that on the bar and the poor guys standing there said, "I think that lady took my drink." I said, "Well, she is going to be suprised because she ordered a decaf, and that is not what she got." See, I clearly called the drink out, she was standing right in front of me, and it was a different size. I don't get it!
And this leads to another thing. Decaf coffee. I have heard people complain several times that they ordered a decaf and were sure it was not because they were so perky afterwards. First of all, make sure you get YOUR drink! :) Secondly, decaf is not caffeine-free. They are not able to get all of the caffeine out of the bean so there IS still just a wee bit in there. For some who are sensitive, it may effect you. Thirdly, yeah, there is the chance that they did not give you decaf. If you are getting your drink at Starbucks and they call your drink out but you did not hear "decaf" don't be afraid to ask. It is such a habit for me to hit the regular button, that I have to think hard to make sure I hit the decaf one. If I am not absolutely certain which I hit, I will remake the drink. I understand how important it can be to some people to have decaf rather than regular. Not all are this careful so just double-check. I try not to get annoyed with the customer who asks, "Is it decaf?" after I have clearly called it out as decaf. :)
Friday, April 20, 2007
I had a great disappointment on Tuesday. I had all of the pictures from the whole week on my memory card. When I went to put them on the computer I found that I only had 35 pictures. I knew that I had taken about 250. I was totally gutted. They somehow just disappeared. My dad had taken about a million pictures, but I still wanted mine. They showed the trip from my perspective. Well, my dad told me that he would take the card home and try to recover the pictures. I didn't count on it because I didn't want to get my hopes up. But guess what? He did! So they are sending us a cd of my pictures. I will have to wait until then to post about the holiday because I just can't do it without the pictures.
So just hold on! Hopefully sometime next week I can show you what we did. But I will say that I am enjoying with wonderful American goodies they brought with them. :)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
I first met Erin online on American Expats before we moved to Edinburgh. She and her husband and their little girl were living in Edinburgh. He husband was studying at New College, where Josh was at the time planning to study (and has now finished his degree). They lived in Evanston before their move and had similar backgrounds to us. I thought "How strange!" Erin was such a huge help, allowing me to email her and ask all kinds of silly questions about Edinburgh and student housing. They invited us over for dinner our second night after our move to Edinburgh. It was so nice to already have a contact over here and to meet them. It was also very convenient because earlier that day I broke down crying because our oven did not work (well, it was all of the emotions of the move, time change, everything).
Now Erin, Eric, Kate and their newest addition, Will live in a prairie town in Canada. Erin plans to post about life in Canada and parenting (a passion of hers). Go visit her blog. She has a lot of insightful posts on our forum. I am looking forward to reading more on her blog.