"Knock off": a phrase that means to "get off the clock" or "end your shift" for work. I'm not sure if this is specifically an Ozzie phrase, but my coworkers use it on me so often that I figure it can't just be them.
Me: "I'm getting tired."
Coworker: "You wanna knock off at 9 p.m. then?"
The first time my coworker said that, I thought he meant if I wanted to get knocked up, which obviously makes zero sense. Luckily, I decided to ask him to repeat himself instead of responding inappropriately.
Work at Il Carretto is going relatively well now that I'm getting the hang of things. Sure, I still look like a n00b when I ask customers to repeat their orders, but at least I'm not messing them up anymore. I think I'm going to apply to be a waitress once I get back home. I love the fact that I get to go home with a pocketful of cash and a free meal, even if I do get crap from customers. I know some people can't stand apologizing for things they didn't do, and God knows you have to do that all the time as a waitress. Strangely enough though, it doesn't really bother me as much. Perhaps it's the fact that I don't really mean it when I apologize for the slow arrival of the meals or some other retarded setback. I just plaster on my fake smile, slap some honey on my so-sorries and please-excuses and then walk away feeling I just got away with the biggest lie of my life. Hm, that actually doesn't sound too pleasant. I swear I'm not selling my soul, you guys. It's just customer service. :) Besides, Il Carretto's pasta is dee-lish, and my free meal costs at least ten bucks.
My cousin Laney put up this music video of Sara Bareilles' "Love Song" on her Facebook, and ever since I watched it, I've been hearing that song everywhere. I didn't particularly like it at first, but now I've developed a faint attraction towards it. It's very catchy and certain phrases really jump out at me. For some reason, it reminded me a part of this poem I once wrote a long time ago:
and my coursing blood
drummed Love's tattoo
upon my chest.
Of course, it looks completely unrelated now that I think about it. Oh well.
School is picking up now that the term is drawing to a close. I have two sports papers, one book analysis, one philosophy paper, and a zoology paper due in the next two weeks. Oh, I almost forgot to mention a zoology midterm on Friday. Can I say screwed? Yet, here I am blogging away at midnight, having accomplished nothing productive the whole day except going to class. W00t.
lol camille, "do you want to get knocked up."
ReplyDeleteAt least you don't have to deal with really immature and perverted comments like I do at work.
Also, doesn't knock off mean over here like a fake or copy of something?
ie. "that wallet she has is a knock off of Coach."
free food is always awesome! and i kinda know what you mean with the "fake" apologies... like yuo say something that sounds sincere and makes them feel better, but doesn't cost you anything emotionally, but it's not your fault ____ effed up. did i mention i finished my thesis? woot for department parties with free champagne!
ReplyDeletei've heard knock off used as getting off a shift or something, like "you want to knock off early tonight?"