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?”
And, I’m like, “No. I already told server M that he can have them all,”
One of them said, “Oh well…too bad for server M,” and they went at it.
“Oh my gosh, this is so good!” they indulged. Then comes along server C and she also gets in on the action.
While the lady servers were at it, I was already out of there. I was done and ready to go home and EAT (since I was starving…what else is new, right?).
When I returned the next day, server M says to me, “I have a bone to pick with you…..!!!”
“Don’t tell me they didn’t leave you any,” I said. He was upset with me when I was the one that was trying to save him some…lol. It’s not like I can control what others will choose to devour. They just couldn’t resist. And server M is a laid-back, chill type of guy, so maybe they knew he’d get over it quick lol.
I heard from server L that server M looked like he was about to cry when he came back from his tables.
“Where are they?” he asked.
“Where’s what?” they asked.
“Seriously, where are they?”
“We ate them all,” the ladies told him. I don’t think he got mad (from what I heard), but the ladies said that they seriously thought he was about to cry…
But the next day, we gave him enough sweets to give him diabetes. I’m sure that more than made up for his loss.
Then, there is busser boy, A. He is seriously like a starving child that just escaped a famine-stricken war. I’ve never seen him with his hand in any of our mise, like someone. Busser boy just trolls around the kitchen, practically begging and often disturbing BOH for food. When he sees food (that’s not for an order), he will ask questions like:
“Who is that for?”
“Can I have some?”
“Ohhhh….what is that?”
“Ohhh..that looks good. Is that for someone?”
Each time, he will be in drooling mode, with his eyes bugged out, looking like he’d just die if he didn’t get any, salivating as if he hadn’t eaten in days. He claimed to be a “growing man” that eats about six times a day.
I once threw him a little something. And as soon as it was offered to him, he savagely grabs it out of my hand with both of his hands, with gleam in his eyes. Based on his eagerness, you would have seriously thought that there was a shortage of food and he was fighting and competing with others to find food to survive.
Yep, it’s kind of funny to see how others are when they get hungry. I think the biggest food fiend winner here is probably busser boy. Server M comes in second…..and coming in at third is moi. The two of them can out-eat me, and then some. Well, at least I have access to the food, allowing me to freely graze throughout the night.