Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Thing About Coffee...

I'd like to take a moment to talk about coffee. There will be two sections in this post. The first I'll call coffee for others.

Part One: COFFEE FOR OTHERS-

The film industry runs on coffee. And lots of it. Everyday. Film people are constantly going, and sometimes need the added boost of caffeine. Sometimes they also need the added boost of cocaine... but that's a topic for another day. I'm here to talk about coffee. Nature's goodness in a cup.

Naturally, as an intern, you will get coffee. When I came to RKO, I was told that I'd rarely have to do coffee runs. That most of the executives get their own coffee. Cool. You always here about interns griping about getting coffee. It's not what they want to be doing. They want to be making movies (little do they realize that they are making movies). But here's the thing about coffee: It's your place to shine. I'm sure you're brilliant, I'm sure I'm brilliant - but there will always be someone more brilliant than you, more creative than you - especially when you're just starting out in the industry. I'm green. I'm still learning. But I can do a hell of a Starbucks run.
1) Be in a good mood, hell be CHIPPER, about getting them their fucking coffee.
2) Memorize orders.
3) Deliver each coffee individually.

Executives seem to never want a cup of coffee. They want a double-tall semi-dry cappuccino with chocolate powder on top and two sugars. They want a venti non-fat steamer with a half pump vanilla. They want a grande skinny vanilla latte.

Memorize it. A producer in my office always gets the same thing (I'll give you a clue- it's one of the orders up there) and I impressed her - not with my coverage, not with my insight on a script, not with my ability to place calls. But with my ability to get her coffee right. First I remembered that she wanted chocolate on top. Then gradually the entire order. She told me to get her personal email from her later. Because my good mood and attention to detail was why she was going to hire me (granted, she says these things jokingly- but I know that when it comes time for me to get a job, if she's got a job opening - she'll hire me)

Funny that the thing that most interns hate doing, complain about doing - is going to be the thing that gets me a job.



Part Two: COFFEE FOR YOURSELF-

Oh goodness. I love coffee. It's so much more than energy in a cup for me. I got myself a coffee maker and I rarely use it. But there's something about getting coffee somewhere. I don't know what it is. Sure it's more expensive but it tastes so much better when you're not making it yourself. There's something therapeutic about sitting in a Starbucks, a Coffee Bean, a wherever with your cup of coffee. Therapeutic becomes ritual.

I grew up on coffee, I have a love of Costa Rican coffee. It's in my blood. I, unlike the afore mentioned executives like my coffee simple. I like a cup of coffee. That's all. Call me crazy, but I like my coffee to taste like...well... coffee.

When someone offers to get you coffee (a lowly intern perhaps) beat them to the punch about paying for it. They don't have the money to buy you coffee, especially when you're getting it all the time. And it's hard to ask an executive, someone you're trying to impress, for money (let alone a job). So when someone is getting coffee for yourself, offer them money to pay for it before they ask. And if you're going to give them a complicated order. Thank them. If you're going to give them a simple order. Thank them.

Or offer to buy them a cup.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday

And by Ruby Tuesday I mean The Daily Grill.


V Hudge loves The Daily Grill.... and sensible shoes, it looks like.

After a year+ working at the Grill in Irvine I have officially hung up my apron. When I couldn't find a job anywhere in Orange I ventured outside my comfort zone and into the restaurant business.


Started as a host, and let me say no one in the restaurant (spell check keeps fixing how I spell restaurant. I still can't spell that word to save my life) looked as good in a suit as I did. I rocked that host stand.
Things I learned as a host:
Hosts work fucking hard. They're more than just skinny blonde bitches in tight clothes. Aside from being the face of the restaurant, we're the manager's right hand. That being said- once you are seated do NOT complain to me. Do NOT yell at the host when something goes wrong. Once your ass is in a a chair, I am not the man to see. Just because I'm wearing a suit and assist the manager does not make me a manager. I don't get paid enough to listen to you yell.
Also dabbled in Take-out:
Don't be a bumbling idiot on the phone.
Don't make the poor person working the phones read you the entire menu, they have more things to do than that.
TIP god damn it. You think they're doing this because they like it? They do everything. They take your order, input it, make sure it's right. Check you out. They're just like your waiter. TIP.
Finally worked up to server:
Things I learned as server. I shouldn't serve. I don't like it. Unfortunately the money was too good. Be nice to your waiter. They do a lot. It's not their fault if the kitchen fucks up. Tip them too. Tip them well. They deserve it.

Do NOT give them fake 100s because then they become VERY unhappy.

Recommendations:
Cobb Club Sandwich
Steak Salad
Chicken Piccata
Banana Cream Pie

But alas I digress. I just couldn't stay locked in Orange County any more. So now begins the temp. job hunt in LA. Wish me luck.

P.S. Shout out to Katie, my server counterpart who kept me sane. I owe her a drink.