This is my least favorite weekend of the year to be a server. Freaking Mother's Day, I hear the words and cringe. Seven years of pure HELL has made me loathe the thought of this holiday.
Off I'll go tomorrow, bright and early, with four hours of sleep under my belt, to an over booked resturant for goddamn mother's day brunch. Fuck me. AND (not to be gross, but...) Aunt Flow just came to visit today? I look to the heavens for guidance, cause at this point I know I shouldn't but I expect the worst.
All I can say is I'll be eating Wheaties for breakfast and wearing my water proof mascara. Some people cry at weddings. Not me. I cry on Mother's Day.
So if ya take your mom out to eat at any point on this fine May 13th, 2007, be kind to your server. Kind and generous, cause dammit, we deserve it for what we'll have to put up with today.
In other news, work tonight (well, technically LAST night, but whatever) was a little taste of things to come Sunday. Busy, crazy, chaotic, exhausting, but great money. I walked with $200 on a six hour shift. I rocked my station, suffered through the huge crowds of people waiting for tables all night, and left with a feeling of pride for gettin shit done.
I'm feeling much more comfortable at work, now. I'm finally starting to get over my new girl syndrome, I can finally be my loud obnoxious self. Joy.
No folks this is not an offer, but I have been PRET-TY darn randy, lately. The old libido seems to be warming back up. I like it, I like it ALOT.
Tell your mother you love her and enjoy what's left of the weekend!
Smoochies.
Off I'll go tomorrow, bright and early, with four hours of sleep under my belt, to an over booked resturant for goddamn mother's day brunch. Fuck me. AND (not to be gross, but...) Aunt Flow just came to visit today? I look to the heavens for guidance, cause at this point I know I shouldn't but I expect the worst.
All I can say is I'll be eating Wheaties for breakfast and wearing my water proof mascara. Some people cry at weddings. Not me. I cry on Mother's Day.
So if ya take your mom out to eat at any point on this fine May 13th, 2007, be kind to your server. Kind and generous, cause dammit, we deserve it for what we'll have to put up with today.
In other news, work tonight (well, technically LAST night, but whatever) was a little taste of things to come Sunday. Busy, crazy, chaotic, exhausting, but great money. I walked with $200 on a six hour shift. I rocked my station, suffered through the huge crowds of people waiting for tables all night, and left with a feeling of pride for gettin shit done.
I'm feeling much more comfortable at work, now. I'm finally starting to get over my new girl syndrome, I can finally be my loud obnoxious self. Joy.
No folks this is not an offer, but I have been PRET-TY darn randy, lately. The old libido seems to be warming back up. I like it, I like it ALOT.
Tell your mother you love her and enjoy what's left of the weekend!
Smoochies.
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