I fall into holes, yes. But I still love you all.
I love work. I hate work. I get good guests. Then I get a woman that asks for "Toast--make that Texas toast--Do you have Texas toast? Can you have them butter that in the kitchen for me? Actually grilled. Like garlic toast." Then it comes out and it's beautiful and grilled and she says, "It's not what I wanted but it's okay."
65% of the people I wait on are ungrateful and awful and it gets to you after awhile. But then you have good days.
Today was a really good day filled with really good and generous people, save the four twelve year old boys that gave me a dollar on thirty--barely enough to tip out the bar and food runner for the sales. These kids thought it would be funny to ruin each other's Coke's with pepper and ketchup and salt--then make me get them new ones all night long.
Then there was the day Joey Fatone from N'Sync left me less than the Joey Nobodies from 123 Plain Jane Road, even after I made jokes and said, "Yes, I've bitten my finger eating French Fries when not paying attention," because he really wanted me to agree with him on that point.
I have the best job that I can have in a restaurant and I know I don't want to be doing it for more than one calendar year.
It is good to make lots of money and not worry about the bills. But it is also entirely degrading to wait on some of the residents of Celebration. Some--I stress!
David Anaxagoras likes to set challenges for himself and I would love to do the same.
I would love nothing more than to find a way out of waiting within a year--for Elise as well, of course.
Though, I will probably sound a little less dramatic once our schedules are fixed at the four shifts a week we were hired for.
Ribcage: Volume 2 really is coming, you know? Just as soon as I get some days off of work. I'm working six straight right now.
Isn't it funny that I left one job because they were scheduling E and I six days a week--just to go to another job that schedules us six days a week?
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