My day:
Get to work, we all place bets on if the pet will show up (but not really because none of us wants to lose money). She shows up, 15 minutes late. She's underfoot the rest of my shift.
It's super slow so I make little money, fine. After my shift, I eat and then chill at the bar listening to my iPod (which I still haven't named!) and reading my book. Get interrupted by the only bar customer. It's unfortunate that I'm the only one who seems to know how to make an absolute and tonic (WTF!).
I then start my shift. I end up running the bar and the floor. New guy shows up for his shift. I make him take some of my tables. Then we both get hit hard. Although it's slow, it still feels busy because I'm trying to be in like three places at once.
I finally convince management to let me go home. It's about this time that my back and shoulders are really on fire from the sunburn I got yesterday and from making so many martinis (not sure why this made me sore but mreh). Someone promised me a bath and an aloe rub down, didn't happen. I'm disappointed.
I sulked for a few hours and then got Taco Bell, my perfect cure-all.
So anyone want to rub aloe on my shoulders since my preferred failed me?
Oh and I like Jerawyn's idea of the Beard Race of 2007. This amuses me greatly.
Get to work, we all place bets on if the pet will show up (but not really because none of us wants to lose money). She shows up, 15 minutes late. She's underfoot the rest of my shift.
It's super slow so I make little money, fine. After my shift, I eat and then chill at the bar listening to my iPod (which I still haven't named!) and reading my book. Get interrupted by the only bar customer. It's unfortunate that I'm the only one who seems to know how to make an absolute and tonic (WTF!).
I then start my shift. I end up running the bar and the floor. New guy shows up for his shift. I make him take some of my tables. Then we both get hit hard. Although it's slow, it still feels busy because I'm trying to be in like three places at once.
I finally convince management to let me go home. It's about this time that my back and shoulders are really on fire from the sunburn I got yesterday and from making so many martinis (not sure why this made me sore but mreh). Someone promised me a bath and an aloe rub down, didn't happen. I'm disappointed.
I sulked for a few hours and then got Taco Bell, my perfect cure-all.
So anyone want to rub aloe on my shoulders since my preferred failed me?
Oh and I like Jerawyn's idea of the Beard Race of 2007. This amuses me greatly.
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toothpickmoe:
I can only do a goatee race, and I'd surely come close to last if it's a speed issue.
garagedelfuego:
