On Friday I got to meet our new bartender.
She’s 18 years old, originally from Poland, but is now living with her Godmother and said’s husband with whom she’s having a clandestine affair. Her English is terrible, and she has a thick Polish accent that makes it hard for me to understand whatever she’s trying to communciate. Mostly conversations with her go a little like this, anyway, so the language barrier isn’t giving me too much grief: [Someone says something to Squareface], Squareface answers ‘I know’, regardless of what was said.
She’s fairly plain looking, and mostly looks like a grumpy, rude teenager who should be at home listening to Nirvana and smoking weed, as opposed to being stood behind a bar in a customer facing job. She has very long, blonde hair, with a fringe that covers half her face, and completely obscures her vision on the left eye.
At first I thought she was quite mousy, but then I realized she just isn’t very interesting. Behind the bar she is slow, doesn’t know how to make any cocktails other than the Mojito (in spite of claiming to have extensive experience), gets in the way, and I don’t think she’s ever smiled at a customer or exchanged any small talk. That’s probably because she LOATHES THE ENTIRE HUMAN SPECIES.
(Either that or because she is new. I should give her more of a chance.)
Why was she hired? The mind boggles!!! We’re horifically understaffed at the moment, so she’ll probably be sticking around for a while. I shall therefore make an effort to get to know her better, though I’d like the record to note that I’ve been perfectly kind to her so far, despite the dubious assessment.
The Manager calls her my twin in that we’re both small, blonde and ‘Polish’ (according to my patrons at least). He also coined ‘Squareface’ and often calls her The Terminator’s Sister in reference to her monotonous voice. On here she shall be known simply as Squareface.