Maybe I have avoided the topic, as it seems too much to explain..
We as people usually do that when shit takes too long to explain..
I started working at Corona Village in Laramie,Wy when I was 15 years old...
I stayed there untill I was 20...
Met my prometido there..
Met people that I consider family..
and then here I am 24 years old.. and guess what..
We move to Idaho to help El Pio Pio with the Corona Village Resturant here..
It's my bfs dream..
So I will always be apart of it..
My favorite memories though were when I was apart of the enviroment..
So I figured I'd start blogging more about my experiences.
Here are a few quick ten things I've learned working at a Mexican resturant, I'm sure anyone who has worked in one can relate to this.
#1. Songs Get Played Out Fast
If you've never had a fellow amigo scream "MAMA MECHON PRENDAME..MECHON PRENDER" in your ear so often that at night you would wake up screaming and sweating with an echoing of the lyrics than you have probably never worked in a Mexican Resturant. Our cooks were always listening to music in the kitchen and some songs or artist they would play the whole day and night. Before El Mechon it was the "fine fine fine... very good very good very good" song by Julion Alvarez that actually helped many of them learn english.
#2. Valentin Elizalde is the best singer alive
Okay not really but the year Valentin Elizalde died I was 16 and I swear we listened to his music for a year straight. I instantly became a fan... even still today... I cant get the tune out of my head..."como me duele...como me duele...como me duele ke te sacan a bailar..." Aussshhhh D.E.P Valentin!!!
#3. They are all married
NO ME IMPORTA
LO KE TE DIGAN..
All them sons a bitches are married...(in my redneck voice)
or juntado... or have someone in mexico with ten kids.
Believe me I met men in the kitchen who I saw acted like solteros..
than brought their wives over years later,
then walked around with the guilty.."im a POS" looking on their face.
Happened to my friend Heather.. #pobrecita
#4. El Patron is around every corner..
No really my old boss..
I still whisper his name and get sweaty palms when i think about him..
Is literally around ever corner...
So always act like he's there.
Cause he's always lurking around the corners and you better be working your ass off.
One time he had me crying..
okay plenty of time he had most people crying..
But I still respect the man as I would my own father.
#5. Love Will Blossom
Where there are a bunch of Latinos hanging out.. love will blossom..
I was gonna brainstorm various couples that I know met through the resturant but unfortuantely there exists too many triangles (re-read the their all married part)..
And well I don't want to be the cause of divorces should someone google my name and find this post lol
Idk why but all these people never heard of "Don't make work your playground"
Apparently I never got the memo either..
Here we are two kids later =D
#6. The Drama is equivalent to telenovelas
--or maybe worse.
When I was a server I constantly had to switch sides at the resturant,
the front dinning room or the back...
Each side had a different bus person that only bussed that side..
The bussers would get pissed off at the servers or the other bussers..
this was one reason behind the drama..
Then everyone was fucking family..
or related in some way...
They'd fights at our nightly games of baraja..
I mean their was an open window for drama..
the list of who hates who was endless...
And some of the rumours got pretty intense...
#7 Living Conditions are no bueno
Almost all our kitchen staff lived together..
At one time when i'd go visit Javier there were only three bedrooms.
...and more than double living there..
Generally it was a nasty fucking pig sty--
Eventually they moved and instead took over an entire complex..
There were these two white complexes with four apartments each building..
So that's a total of eight all rented out by Corona Villagers..
However someone made up a rumour about La Immigra going to investigate and they decided to take over the trailor park instead.
#8. Everyone has 10 names..
okay maybe not ten but they would invent a shit load of nicknames for each other..
...some that just seemed dumb...
Here is a quick brainstorm of some i remember..
..Dont mind my spelling..
"Guicho, Bicho, Chino, Tilapia, Pechon, Paisa, Tito, Tigre, Compeita, Toluco, Terror.."
The list goes on and on..but this is what I can remember at the moment.
#9. The Slang is not universal
At our resturant in Laramie the kitchen staff and servers always made up different slang phrases or words..
Which I had no idea were not universal...
like "Chupale Pechon"
Which theyd say as like "Go get em!"
Well other people thought you were some sick pervert for saying this.
Not that I blurted it at a dance to my comadre as she went out to dance with some hot guy..
#10 Everydays a baile
No really we would get together in the little complexes I talk of and have bailes..
On a Monday, or a Tuesday..whenever we felt like it..
In the summer and even once while it was raining.. we would have carne asadas and get together and drink and relieve ourselves from some of the stress from every days.
These are only 10 of many things I've learned working at a Mexican resturant... only a fraction of the many memories i have made with great people. I hope to blog more about these memories as I cherish them and consider this part of my life one of the most important stepping stones. I met friends that became family through this place and found my one true love. (okay thats a as fucking sappy as hell but u get it!)