We were balls to the wall busy Friday and Saturday nights. Friday night I was in Section 2, which means big tables and lots and lots of running to the kitchen. I went home exhausted and sore.
We were busy when I got to work on Saturday and at about 6:15 the floodgates of Hell opened. The escapees wanted barbeque.
I had 3 large tables when Steph seated 4 more tables in my section. I got drinks and orders for 2 of the new tables before the food came up for all 3 of my other tables. I spent about 10 minutes running food for the tables and then I jogged to the back of my section to pick up my last two tables: a 10 top and a 2 top.
I noticed that someone (the SW?) got drinks for the two top and I could hear her having a flabbergasted conversation with them. They were pissed off because I wasn’t rightthere to take their order and they were LEAVING!! She was pretty dumbfounded because she knew we were all doing the best we could, and she also knew they had been waiting for less than 5 minutes. She was kinda polite and said she hoped they came back, but later in the waitstation I heard her bitching to Anna about ridiculous people being impatient. There might be hope for her yet.
She was a big help last night. I was seriously weeded, as was everyone else, and she scrambled around and did the little things that keep servers from running screaming and bawling into the parking lot. I believe in giving credit where credit is due, so hat’s off to the SW for keeping me (kind of) sane last night.
About two months ago I dyed the ends of my hair pink. I had to reapply the pink every week to keep it from fading, but two weeks ago I wanted to change colour. I decided on blue. Pink & blue would probably make puke, so I let the pink almost fade out. Today I did the blue. My hands are blue. My bathtub is blue. My left arm is blue. I’m afraid to look at my face. There’s a big gob of blue on the Roommate’s bedroom carpet. Hopefully, this washes out as quickly as the pink.
Roommate update: After one week, I’m giving him 2 big thumbs up. He’s a huge help around the house (keeps the fire going, lets the dogs out if he gets home before I do, hauls wood in and trash out), he’s thoughtful (makes coffee, replaces the toilet paper BEFORE it runs out, leaves the toilet seat down), he’s tidy (he does dishes and laundry), and he’s a good companion (we have similar tastes in movies and I have someone to talk to at night). I didn’t realize how straight out lonely I was.
My house is pretty wild, what with the dogs and all, and he’s been a good sport about everything. A few mornings ago, I overslept and the cat took a crap in the bathtub. The Roommate cleaned it up, showered, drove to Cody to do errands, bought bathroom cleaner with bleach, came home & scrubbed the tub. Why? Because he knows I like a hot bath at night and he didn’t want me to relax in cat shit germs. If the shoe was on the other foot, I would have made him get up and clean his cat’s shit out of the tub. End of story.
I have to say I’m pretty blessed. All my girlfriends want to meet him and I’ve told them I will knife anyone who offers him a place to live.