It's Been Real

It's been fun...
but it hasn't been real fun..

OR it's cool man, i got this on my own

i'm in a real pisser of a mood...yeah i know it's cas/lax/thurs and all, but i think that's where my trouble began..well, i was doing my best trying to keep in the spirit of the once a week holiday, but it was others who did not want to participate, rather, they were anti cas/lax/thurs.

it didn't help at work that the regional director was there stressing out our GM more than usual either. what should have been a routine thursday double turned out to be a crapshoot. the morning bartender never showed up, so i set up the bar until a replacement was able to get in...but the kicker was that the credit for it was given to the man who brought me one bucket of ice..Mr B Hewey told everyone and even thanked the other server for "setting up the bar"...apparently when Mr B Hewey asked me to do so he meant to ask the other guy..whatever..

and so i closed lunch but was denied a break...yes, denied, so my break consisted of me pooping...which was harder than i thought it was going to be...see, some jackpad locked the door behind him AFTER he left....soooo sat the empty restroom, locked, so nobody could get in....thanks a-hole..

as for the night shift, well...let's just say 6 covers, barely making triple digits for the entire shift, both included...i was just happy to be out the door before ten...but from there it went from bad to worse...

i don't want to get into specifics, it was just one thing after another...and i let it get to me...and i turned into a whiny little bitch about it all...all i wanted to do was drink...but upon arriving home as i got out of my car i could hear loud music and "screams" which were supposed to be singing from some drunks in my apartment - nothing like a buzz kill. i tried to go into my own little world, ignoring the fools and cracking open a bottle of rum....but it proved to be pointless, so i went about finishing up my laundry and pouting.

i actually waited two hours before i wrote this blog as it probably would have gone a completely different route..but i digress, still gets to the point about how pathetic of a night i had without getting into the mushy details of it all...because...i really don't talk about things anyways..

i guess this makes up for how awesome last week's thursday was...but..it didn't have to end this way









"why do i wanna see your tits, how is that gonna make me happy...ok, there they are.........why are they pointing up, that's just weird..definitely not happy but more weirded out by this whole situation, thanks"

What's Today's Name?!

oh right..
i think someone forgot...

don't take that, or any attitude with me on today

so today i worked a double....the only break i had was in between my check out at 315 and pre-shift at 4..wow.... *side note - i love the fact that my workplace/management is the only place i have ever worked at where the doubles come in on their second shift before the other half starts their first...that's right...doubles will work 1030 & 4..whereas singles will stroll into work at 530...everything has already been done for them and they are gonna close, get the most covers, and also make the most money...probably more than any double did on both shifts combined..while working a lot less hours for it....fair, not really.

so it's after pre-shift and a few of the single-shifters are actually here at 4 today, wow. so naturally i am slow to start up with an real work...i'll play "polish" in my section, stand up at the host stand to see where i am at and what my tables need to be set for, but as for lemons/butters/whatever...that's for the fresh people who just got here...

i try to avoid the alley as much as possible early in the shift - that's when people are doing their sidework and will rope anyone that comes near them to help out. now this is a problem because the path out to the bathroom or to the back dock is right through the alley...so if you were in need to smoke, potty, whatever you have to walk right through the line of fire so to speak...you cannot linger in the alley, or talk amoungst other co-workers..your time in the alley needs to be as minimal as possible...you need to quickly dart through there as if you are on a mission, because, well, you kinda are...

now, this is easier said than done....the alley is like a vacuum, and as much as you intend on avoiding it, there are only so many places you can stand and talk for so long, you'll eventually find yourself in the alley, leaning on something and talking...i don't know how many times i swear i've woken up to someone asking me to help them out, realizing i wasn't at the bar like the last time i remembered...

so it happened today..and people were all hustlin' and bustlin' about trying to get caught up. lunch was decently busy so we were on lower supply than normal to start the evening off with. it wasn't really low, just out of the comfort range which the night crew usually walks into - ohhh, the ever long battle of who fucks over who the most.....does the night crew leave lots of silverware for the morning crew to take care of, or does the morning crew not give a fuck and leave lots of work for the night crew...answer, both. but the morning crew has the winning advantage in this scenario, those who work the morning shift have to set up the tables for the dinner shift; i.e. the party tables, where there are minimums to be had and what the servers are making is already known...money on demand and they didn't have to do a thing for it..

so today i'm trying to catch a little break and ignore the fools that just came in, but as luck may have it, i'm caught in the back doing minimalistic work. now i am working, polishing some glasses or silverware or what have you..but when it comes to the real tedious work of lemons/butters, eff all that....so the night crew is stressing and start to point blame on the lunch crew and that's about when i let loose.

i don't blow up, o, that would not be in the name or spirit of the day...i kindly remind everyone that it's thursday, or first reservations aren't for another 2 hours...everybody just needs to chill the fuck out..the work will get done, stressing over it is only gonna agitate everyone..

why are people like this...there was no time constraint, there was no need for people to start worrying about the lack of sets, i don't know it just bothers me and i'm done talking about it...










"di..did everyone forget what today is...do i need to remind them?!"

Keeping it Cool

..as can be..
..even though my room's on fire...

it's kinda like your sex, or his pee...but not

i went to bed last night pissed off, and i woke up this morning in the same mood - so you know how my sleep was..very ineffective...i don't go in to work until 5:30....but even with the late arrival i can't pull a smile onto my face for the life of me, if anything as the hour to work approaches, and as i walk closer and closer into the depths of the hell i created i feel my soul start to cry..any energy to get me through the day that i had before quickly vanishes...

but then i remember what day it is and i feel a sense of relief...cas/lax/thurs..the only thing to halt my sole and senses from escaping. Granted the district manager is in town and everybody is 'on edge', i could care less....i'll do my impression of him while he's around, scaring everyone and making myself laugh...

the night is an easy one...myself and two other employees are teaming two parties in the two private rooms...i think manager scott is still trying to throw me a bone and compensate for the past week...but the funny thing is, nobody will every question me being on parties for a week straight like they will with no talent clown, amoung others...

like i said, the night went with no hitches, i eventually started to warm up, yelling "i'm on a boat" in the kitchen, or rapping as i carried food out behind other servers...i'm all finished up, but i spend time with the hostess lucy at the front..trying to spot pete wentz and get free tickets for tomorrows show.. she's following him on twitter and his updates are lame...just about as lame as amanda bynes'...

the clock nears 11 and i decide i've been there for too long and head on out...i feel like going out, but since nobody has plans or has talked it up, i'll just go home - people are lame anyways....i get back to the apartment and gary is with his emel and her friend watching forgetting sarah marshall....every time i watch that moie it just makes me want to escape and return to hawai'i...

summer is on it's way and i'm still heartbroken at the way indy has been to me, still heartbroken at the way anything has treated me in that matter..they say time heals all wounds....the only reason why that is so is because memory is selective...over time you start to filter out the bad and can only recall the god...hell, i just mentioned going back to hawai'i and i couldn't wait to jump ship when i was there, i hated btown when i lived there, but now visit it and recant tales of times when things were good...i hated cp but i just applied there?

"I just ran food to your table and I jizzed, in, my pants!"