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Another great song. I've officially decided that my life is one big soundtrack. Every scene has its own track, and my head is always full of music. That makes me sound a little crazy. Oh well.
Work last night. Kicked. My. Ass. I'm still sore, and it hurts to stand for more than 2 minutes at a time. Which makes me wonder how I'm going to finish my 10 hour shift tonight. Last night was a wedding. And you know it's an omen when the bride shows up holding a Heiniken. I think when we counted at the end of last night, we had gone through 4 cases of red wine, two cases of white wine, two cases of Absolute, two cases of Jack, and all total about 14 cases of beer. Which, okay, that's not a *lot* for a big wedding. But the guest count last night? 87 people. Only 80 of which showed up. You know you've been in the bizz too long when a 70-something year old woman gets out on the dance floor and starts cutting a rug, her first move being to unstrap her braw and throw it at the band, and all you can think is "Just another night of work". It also didn't help that we were short-staffed. Literally, there were three of us plus a supervisor, bartender, and chef. And I'm not even going to explain why there's a welt on my ass and no tip to show for it.
Work tonight? At the same venue. It's not a hard venue to work, pending on guest count of course, but the kitchen is like a block away from the dining room (I exagerate, but towards the end of the night it *feels* like it is) and it's a pain in the ass to break down at the end of the night. There's two kitchens on two levels with two bars (sometimes three or four) in the same general areas. You figure it takes at least a half hour to break down each bar, and the kitchen staff *usually* breaks down the kitchens, and then about 45 min to an hour to break down the dining room and then another half hour - 45 min to get the truck all loaded. The end of the night? Feels like an eternity. Fortunetely, tonight I'm leaving early. Because I've still got about 400 pages to read for tomorrow, finish my IRB form for cleland, finish my part of the history presentation, and figure out what I'm wearing tomorrow night. Also, dishes, trash, and picking up the apartment. And getting a leg up on this proposal.
*sigh*
Wish I could skate away...
Work last night. Kicked. My. Ass. I'm still sore, and it hurts to stand for more than 2 minutes at a time. Which makes me wonder how I'm going to finish my 10 hour shift tonight. Last night was a wedding. And you know it's an omen when the bride shows up holding a Heiniken. I think when we counted at the end of last night, we had gone through 4 cases of red wine, two cases of white wine, two cases of Absolute, two cases of Jack, and all total about 14 cases of beer. Which, okay, that's not a *lot* for a big wedding. But the guest count last night? 87 people. Only 80 of which showed up. You know you've been in the bizz too long when a 70-something year old woman gets out on the dance floor and starts cutting a rug, her first move being to unstrap her braw and throw it at the band, and all you can think is "Just another night of work". It also didn't help that we were short-staffed. Literally, there were three of us plus a supervisor, bartender, and chef. And I'm not even going to explain why there's a welt on my ass and no tip to show for it.
Work tonight? At the same venue. It's not a hard venue to work, pending on guest count of course, but the kitchen is like a block away from the dining room (I exagerate, but towards the end of the night it *feels* like it is) and it's a pain in the ass to break down at the end of the night. There's two kitchens on two levels with two bars (sometimes three or four) in the same general areas. You figure it takes at least a half hour to break down each bar, and the kitchen staff *usually* breaks down the kitchens, and then about 45 min to an hour to break down the dining room and then another half hour - 45 min to get the truck all loaded. The end of the night? Feels like an eternity. Fortunetely, tonight I'm leaving early. Because I've still got about 400 pages to read for tomorrow, finish my IRB form for cleland, finish my part of the history presentation, and figure out what I'm wearing tomorrow night. Also, dishes, trash, and picking up the apartment. And getting a leg up on this proposal.
*sigh*
Wish I could skate away...