..before it goes pitch black
so today was a pretty slow and lazy day...Bdubs opened across the street which will cause the problems with parking to increase now..can't wait for that. the bears narrowly won today, almost blowing another big lead in the fourth, as only the bears can do..however they did win and the clots lost..yay.
work was exceptionally slow...i arrived at 4, we had 30 covers on the books for the night and 7 servers...amazing. i was part of a three person team, having the 13 top in the conrad room, the cocktail lounge, and the other private dining room was opened up for regular seating as well...i suppose you can add patio in there as well, but it was too cold..so basically we had the front..i was to lead the 13 top, which was supposed to arrive at 8..so after getting everything set up, sidework, and whatnot....i had nothing to do...
it was 5 and i was bored out of my mind, i wandered around and found some nice people over at IRD (In Room Dining) - the one i always talk with and the new girl who asks a lot of questions...well today was no different, they were dead and we were dead..so we just sat around talking. they kept asking me questions about life, my life, love, my relationships, the iphone, so on and so forth.
what's funny is most of the time i say i hate being asked questions - in reality it only pertains to the questions of 'what do you wanna do with yourself' and shit like that...ask me what i've done or where i've been and i'll open up the book for you.
i like telling stories, obviously, i like going into detail, obviously..i can't wait to have children and grandchildren that i can bore with my life details...if i can remember them....maybe i'll give them my blog and say, "go at it"
i feel as if i have decent life stories...i've been told by several people that no matter what, i always have a story, wherever i go something happens..i think that's kinda neat if it's true...don't other people have weird and random shit happen to them too?i don't think i'm special by any means...for if i were..i'd be doing something else right now.
i sit back there for almost the entire three hours...i see people come and go, my managers walk by, ask if i was really still sitting there, to which i replied with something smart back at them...at 6 one of the triumvirates in my group was sent home...at 8, the other...leaving me with the 13 top all to myself...
it turned out to be a decent time, even if they did have a 200 transfer, even if they didn't sit til 9, even if i didn't get home til 1am..i made more money than the rest of the servers combined more than likely...and i didn't have jack to do...it was a simple party, off menu, whatever..they loved me and i walked with good money.
on my way out i think about stopping in at Bdubs, don't ask me why, i kinda don't wanna ever go in there now because of the ex..as silly as that is..i was so excited for it before..now, well, fuck it..they are just taking up my parking spaces.
it's closed, meh...time to go home..stay on the computer til all hours of the night..i don't have to work tomorrow...
work was exceptionally slow...i arrived at 4, we had 30 covers on the books for the night and 7 servers...amazing. i was part of a three person team, having the 13 top in the conrad room, the cocktail lounge, and the other private dining room was opened up for regular seating as well...i suppose you can add patio in there as well, but it was too cold..so basically we had the front..i was to lead the 13 top, which was supposed to arrive at 8..so after getting everything set up, sidework, and whatnot....i had nothing to do...
it was 5 and i was bored out of my mind, i wandered around and found some nice people over at IRD (In Room Dining) - the one i always talk with and the new girl who asks a lot of questions...well today was no different, they were dead and we were dead..so we just sat around talking. they kept asking me questions about life, my life, love, my relationships, the iphone, so on and so forth.
what's funny is most of the time i say i hate being asked questions - in reality it only pertains to the questions of 'what do you wanna do with yourself' and shit like that...ask me what i've done or where i've been and i'll open up the book for you.
i like telling stories, obviously, i like going into detail, obviously..i can't wait to have children and grandchildren that i can bore with my life details...if i can remember them....maybe i'll give them my blog and say, "go at it"
i feel as if i have decent life stories...i've been told by several people that no matter what, i always have a story, wherever i go something happens..i think that's kinda neat if it's true...don't other people have weird and random shit happen to them too?i don't think i'm special by any means...for if i were..i'd be doing something else right now.
i sit back there for almost the entire three hours...i see people come and go, my managers walk by, ask if i was really still sitting there, to which i replied with something smart back at them...at 6 one of the triumvirates in my group was sent home...at 8, the other...leaving me with the 13 top all to myself...
it turned out to be a decent time, even if they did have a 200 transfer, even if they didn't sit til 9, even if i didn't get home til 1am..i made more money than the rest of the servers combined more than likely...and i didn't have jack to do...it was a simple party, off menu, whatever..they loved me and i walked with good money.
on my way out i think about stopping in at Bdubs, don't ask me why, i kinda don't wanna ever go in there now because of the ex..as silly as that is..i was so excited for it before..now, well, fuck it..they are just taking up my parking spaces.
it's closed, meh...time to go home..stay on the computer til all hours of the night..i don't have to work tomorrow...
"you wanna have sex...we could do big things together"
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you got a cheer... what do I get?
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couple of queers....
get your own room...
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