Piecing it together
it's noon...my alarm is going off, and people are getting up...even though we just went to bed a mere three hours ago..not to mention we stopped drinking a mere three hours ago as well..amazing. if i want to get a ride home, i have to get up at this very moment for Hilary is my means of transportation and her bus is about to leave.
i try to gather my things, i still have to be drunk i swear - even if last night i had some sobering moments. i can't find my keys, where are my keys, did i even bring my keys, what's up with my keys...there's a small dog barking at me, it wants to kill me...wait, when did a dog get into the house..in three hours we obtained a dog and i was completely unaware of it...fuck my keys, just take me home, i'll use my spares.
throughout the ride back to my place, i questioned whether it was the smartest idea...was Hilary still drunk as well? she was blowing through red lights and swerving in and around cars..i knew i was gonna die today, but i didn't think it would be caused by a car accident. i didn't panic as much as i would normally have, i like to thank the alcohol for that one..one good thing it has done for me...
i get back to my place, locate the spares to use on the door, and proceed into my room. i try to recollect what has happened in the past 12 hours as i unpack my bags..it's after 1 and i am supposed to work at 330..coool
i get ready and head into work....i enter though the back door and start to switch out my jackets when i already have people coming up to me making comments about last night...i've been there for just a minute, i just put my bag down, and already, really...this is going to be an awesome shift...
the conversations people are having aren't about anything other than the fight, so i'm pretty much out of that scene..but i speak up only because i hate when the rumor mill starts, so i, as the eye witness who lived it out, try to make everyone clear on what really happened...this ends up backfiring when people realize i had my own scuffle with that one guy...
work was one big lame bust...we were short of 100 covers to start the evening off, but we were projected to get a crazy pop just like we did last night..those words curse us everytime...i was on a team pooling again...we had a 14 top and 8 top plotted in our two rooms...but the 14 went down to a 12 and the 8 went to a 6 and wanted a round table..so we just had the 12 and open seating in the other room...i had one table, a two top, that had i not been pooling, i would have rented one of the rooms at the hotel next door to hang myself from the shower nozzle...
the two that were sat were regulars at an older restaurant wherein one of the hosts actually took care of them a lot..the host told me three things, keep the ice teas full because they go through a lot, they will split everything, but they also tip very well...well, i wish i could say two out of three isn't bad except when the third thing out was the tipping...their bill was 108.48...they had one of those American Express vouchers for $100 off, so the bill was just the 8.48....i dropped off the adjusted check...they walk out shortly after and i thank them..i saw them pulling out cash to pay the rest with so i know all is well...or not...i walk to the table and find ten dollars..wait..ten..i..did i just make a dollar and fifty-two cents off that table...i fly up to the host stand outraged and show that host who thought he knew it all...he was amazed, he tried to apologize but it wasn't his fault...wasn't his fault people are fucking old and senile...i try to think the best of the situation, maybe they forgot that they didn't pay..maybe this...try to see the good in people
i take a break, walk away....i sit in the back at IRD and reflect upon how i would have reacted if this were in the past, like if i were at JR, or the OG, or anywhere else...i know had this happened at JR, given the time of day and adding in all the other bullshit i would have already been facing that day, as i exited the backdoor of the building my hands would have gone straight to my hip, my coin changer would have been launched into the air, hitting the side of the storage semi next to the big green trash bins, my hat and glasses would have been next to fall suit, going straight to the ground, and my hands would have gripped onto my crazy hat hair and pulled everso hard..throw out some expletives and and just breath...that was any given day at JR, that's all i can remember from that place...
like i said, today it isn't that big a deal..we got a party, we have a contracted minimum we will get tipped off of..i smile and shrug it off..and as much as i just want to call it a night and stop working altogether, i figure i'll just go ahead and do all the sidework and sets for my group since i am literally stealing their money tonight...
the night ends and i make a bill..what's funny is looking back on my table, given the tip i received, i would not have had enough money to tip out one single person of the three i was supposed to tip out..i love paying to work somewhere...
Hilary worked tonight as well....she was actually fifteen minutes late for her 6:00 shift and the hosts were talking shit about her in light of that..apparently she had already tried to call off for the day, but due to the fact people have big mouths, word got out that the night didn't end at the bars last night and in fact we were still up til 9 drinking...there's like four bad things in that last sentence that nobody was supposed to know about...as mentioned before her BF doesn't want her to go out, to go out drinking, to be around other guys, to be around other guys drinking, to stay somewhere else, and so forth....oh, did i mention her BF works next door...
i tell Hilary that the cover has been blown and we just need to be careful, try to kill this thing fast..it doesn't help that it's tied into the fight story now either...i don't need a marine wanting to kick my ass...again...
i make a stop at home quickly, gathering some items before i head back over to Gary and Phil's place - it's now my second home. Phil has yet to hear the story from the night before as he went to bed early..it's epic, but can only be discussed in the walls in which it happened. Phil's gf is over and i apologize in advance for the profanity and topics of discussion that are about to go down....
the story, in full takes an hour to retell..of course with random side stories that have nothing to do with anything and the interjections posed by Phil....after that it was pretty much lights out...the plans to get drunk and have a repeat of last night fell threw..two nights of drinking til after 7am in less than a week isn't bad...or is it?
i try to gather my things, i still have to be drunk i swear - even if last night i had some sobering moments. i can't find my keys, where are my keys, did i even bring my keys, what's up with my keys...there's a small dog barking at me, it wants to kill me...wait, when did a dog get into the house..in three hours we obtained a dog and i was completely unaware of it...fuck my keys, just take me home, i'll use my spares.
throughout the ride back to my place, i questioned whether it was the smartest idea...was Hilary still drunk as well? she was blowing through red lights and swerving in and around cars..i knew i was gonna die today, but i didn't think it would be caused by a car accident. i didn't panic as much as i would normally have, i like to thank the alcohol for that one..one good thing it has done for me...
i get back to my place, locate the spares to use on the door, and proceed into my room. i try to recollect what has happened in the past 12 hours as i unpack my bags..it's after 1 and i am supposed to work at 330..coool
i get ready and head into work....i enter though the back door and start to switch out my jackets when i already have people coming up to me making comments about last night...i've been there for just a minute, i just put my bag down, and already, really...this is going to be an awesome shift...
the conversations people are having aren't about anything other than the fight, so i'm pretty much out of that scene..but i speak up only because i hate when the rumor mill starts, so i, as the eye witness who lived it out, try to make everyone clear on what really happened...this ends up backfiring when people realize i had my own scuffle with that one guy...
work was one big lame bust...we were short of 100 covers to start the evening off, but we were projected to get a crazy pop just like we did last night..those words curse us everytime...i was on a team pooling again...we had a 14 top and 8 top plotted in our two rooms...but the 14 went down to a 12 and the 8 went to a 6 and wanted a round table..so we just had the 12 and open seating in the other room...i had one table, a two top, that had i not been pooling, i would have rented one of the rooms at the hotel next door to hang myself from the shower nozzle...
the two that were sat were regulars at an older restaurant wherein one of the hosts actually took care of them a lot..the host told me three things, keep the ice teas full because they go through a lot, they will split everything, but they also tip very well...well, i wish i could say two out of three isn't bad except when the third thing out was the tipping...their bill was 108.48...they had one of those American Express vouchers for $100 off, so the bill was just the 8.48....i dropped off the adjusted check...they walk out shortly after and i thank them..i saw them pulling out cash to pay the rest with so i know all is well...or not...i walk to the table and find ten dollars..wait..ten..i..did i just make a dollar and fifty-two cents off that table...i fly up to the host stand outraged and show that host who thought he knew it all...he was amazed, he tried to apologize but it wasn't his fault...wasn't his fault people are fucking old and senile...i try to think the best of the situation, maybe they forgot that they didn't pay..maybe this...try to see the good in people
i take a break, walk away....i sit in the back at IRD and reflect upon how i would have reacted if this were in the past, like if i were at JR, or the OG, or anywhere else...i know had this happened at JR, given the time of day and adding in all the other bullshit i would have already been facing that day, as i exited the backdoor of the building my hands would have gone straight to my hip, my coin changer would have been launched into the air, hitting the side of the storage semi next to the big green trash bins, my hat and glasses would have been next to fall suit, going straight to the ground, and my hands would have gripped onto my crazy hat hair and pulled everso hard..throw out some expletives and and just breath...that was any given day at JR, that's all i can remember from that place...
like i said, today it isn't that big a deal..we got a party, we have a contracted minimum we will get tipped off of..i smile and shrug it off..and as much as i just want to call it a night and stop working altogether, i figure i'll just go ahead and do all the sidework and sets for my group since i am literally stealing their money tonight...
the night ends and i make a bill..what's funny is looking back on my table, given the tip i received, i would not have had enough money to tip out one single person of the three i was supposed to tip out..i love paying to work somewhere...
Hilary worked tonight as well....she was actually fifteen minutes late for her 6:00 shift and the hosts were talking shit about her in light of that..apparently she had already tried to call off for the day, but due to the fact people have big mouths, word got out that the night didn't end at the bars last night and in fact we were still up til 9 drinking...there's like four bad things in that last sentence that nobody was supposed to know about...as mentioned before her BF doesn't want her to go out, to go out drinking, to be around other guys, to be around other guys drinking, to stay somewhere else, and so forth....oh, did i mention her BF works next door...
i tell Hilary that the cover has been blown and we just need to be careful, try to kill this thing fast..it doesn't help that it's tied into the fight story now either...i don't need a marine wanting to kick my ass...again...
i make a stop at home quickly, gathering some items before i head back over to Gary and Phil's place - it's now my second home. Phil has yet to hear the story from the night before as he went to bed early..it's epic, but can only be discussed in the walls in which it happened. Phil's gf is over and i apologize in advance for the profanity and topics of discussion that are about to go down....
the story, in full takes an hour to retell..of course with random side stories that have nothing to do with anything and the interjections posed by Phil....after that it was pretty much lights out...the plans to get drunk and have a repeat of last night fell threw..two nights of drinking til after 7am in less than a week isn't bad...or is it?
"when did i eat corn?"
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