sweet heaven's kisses...the holidays are over.
No offense to anyone who loves that time of year, but I just worked some of the hardest shit handed to me in 5 years of restaurants. From Dec. 23rd to Jan. 2nd I had one day off (the 29th) and it felt like a five minute break.
- a twelve hour shift on Christmas Eve 4pm-4am, during which a customer requested I spank him.
- an understaffed dinner shift on Christmas Day when we had a line for atleast three hours and the other waitress started crying.
- a beast of a grave shift on Wed. night when everyone came back into town, got drunk, and turned into animals swarming the place and getting kicked out.
- a bittersweet dinner shift on New Year's Eve where I got out at 10:30pm only to return for...
- an 8am shift on New Year's Day during which I processed 60 tables in my first 4 hours and 92 total by the time I got off the floor at 3pm (topping any of the other girls).
- I was running on autopilot for every shift in between and if you weren't telling me your order I probably wasn't listening.
By Tuesday night I didn't care if every table stiffed me, all I could see was the light at the end of the tunnel. Following grave hours it's still Wednesday right now for me and I finally feel conscious again, good even.
My friend is still alive, surprising all of us. I hope he sees his birthday next month.
My work schedule should be back to normal starting Saturday and I look forward to returning to the land of the social.
No offense to anyone who loves that time of year, but I just worked some of the hardest shit handed to me in 5 years of restaurants. From Dec. 23rd to Jan. 2nd I had one day off (the 29th) and it felt like a five minute break.
- a twelve hour shift on Christmas Eve 4pm-4am, during which a customer requested I spank him.
- an understaffed dinner shift on Christmas Day when we had a line for atleast three hours and the other waitress started crying.
- a beast of a grave shift on Wed. night when everyone came back into town, got drunk, and turned into animals swarming the place and getting kicked out.
- a bittersweet dinner shift on New Year's Eve where I got out at 10:30pm only to return for...
- an 8am shift on New Year's Day during which I processed 60 tables in my first 4 hours and 92 total by the time I got off the floor at 3pm (topping any of the other girls).
- I was running on autopilot for every shift in between and if you weren't telling me your order I probably wasn't listening.
By Tuesday night I didn't care if every table stiffed me, all I could see was the light at the end of the tunnel. Following grave hours it's still Wednesday right now for me and I finally feel conscious again, good even.
My friend is still alive, surprising all of us. I hope he sees his birthday next month.
My work schedule should be back to normal starting Saturday and I look forward to returning to the land of the social.