georgeliquor

I cant even start with my weekend.
Actually. I can. I'm drunk, and have been for 2 hours, Thats my start.

Shit went down tonight. My boss (and his wife) are basically out of town. I'm in charge.
We had 80 on the books (twice as much as normal) and we were fucking slamming busy.
Our hostess decided half way through the night "she couldnt handle it, i'm a busser" and decided to "switch" jobs.
What did that mean? I took off my chef coat, put on a fancy shirt, and bussed for an hour, along with cooking.

I can't even begin to describe the chaos. Tonight was FUCKED.My TF2 server? full the first night, now dead. Shit.
I don't even know what the hell I'm doing. I'm cuddling up with a bottle of wine comforting myself. My job is hellish, yet I love it. I have no money, and I'm spending and extra 100 a month on a dead server? I don't understand life. It's ok. I'm drunk, and I keep moving along. God, tonight was fucking HARD though. Going from Sous to Busser, to Sous was hard. I ripped off my chef coat 3 times in order to bus.

Long. Fucking. Night.

I need a god damn vacation.