If you have been following my blog for a while, you know that I regularly encounter hunger spells while at work. I can’t help it. I just get hungry. I need to eat every so and so hours. I don’t even eat that much at a time, more like graze regularly. I nibble. I become full fairly quick, and then hungry again in no time. For me, hungry spells mean grumpiness, fatigue, be lucky I am not slapping you silly just for existing…etc. Yep, that’s me and my hungry spells. But you know what? I am not the only person at work that goes through the sufferings of becoming behgopa (meaning “hungry” in Korean if you’re new around here and don’t speak Korean). I thought I was an extreme case. But OMG, there are others that are far worse than me. People thought *I* was always hungry and nibbling, or scavenging around for things to nibble on….well, wait until you hear about my *other* hungry comrades.
First, there is server M. Server M has the appetite of a stoner, always on the prowl for munchies. You should see him around the dessert station! When no one is looking, he will stick his hand in whatever and whereever to fetch out a piece of this and that to sneakily munch. When he gets caught, the look on his face totally reminds him of a young child that just got caught with his hand in a cookie jar after mommy told him “no more”.
Server M always brings his own munchies as well. Sometimes it’s fast food that has turned cold. Sometimes it’s an ice cream sandwich. I’ve also seen him bring such and such specialty food that I haven’t seen before. The boy LOVES food as much as I do! AND….. he even shares sometimes. Maybe that is why I don’t mind throwing a little bone (*ahem*), I mean, munchies his way here and there, or look the other way when his hand is sneaking its way into our mise.
A couple of weeks ago, at the end of the night, there were some leftover pastry items left. They are not served the next day, so whatever is left is a free-for-all for restaurant staff. There were maybe four or five left that night. I had saved them for fellow oinkster, server M to satiate his munchies fix. I know he could probably inhale about ten of them and still want more.
So, there they were…a sheet pan of pastries waiting for server M until he was done with his tables. I even put a note on it, stating that they were reserved all for server M. And then, along comes server L and server J….. and they’re like, “Ohhh….are these for us?”