Oh, hello old friends…it has indeed been a while since I’ve posted-whether it’s because nothing of note has happened recently, or the fact that I was unable to connect to my tumblr account is unimportant. I am here tonight to let you know about my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Enjoy!
Saturday morning is usually a pretty good time- I don’t particularly rush to get ready for work, and Sunday is just around the bend. I just have to get through a few busy hours of taco service before the world is mine, and I have two glorious days to do whatever sounds good…that all changed when I got an upsetting message from my man friend letting me know he had decided to take a little day trip with a friend that he had actually discussed with me the week prior(meaning he discussed WE would go). That stung. A lot. Now, we have a persnickety relationship-sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. Needless to say, I spent the first half of my morning sobbing wondering why I wasn’t good enough for the fun stuff. That, in turn, pissed him off, currently leaving us at an impasse. Day ruiner right there.
When I finally gather my wits and head to work, I realize I forgot to let my boss know about an order that was to be picked up right before we opened. Considering all the prep work was done earlier in the day, that, understandably pissed him off. In order to rectify the situation, I dashed out to the market to pick up what he needed to accomplish the task-5 cucumbers and 2 pineapples-easy enough, right? Wrong. When I returned with the goods it seems I bought two unripened pineapples and 5 seeded cukes. How was I to know? Anyhow, after a soul crushing shake of his head, he got it done, and the crisis was averted. All this, and we hadn’t even opened the doors yet!
At 4:45, 15 minutes until sevice, my least favorite thing happened-2 guests snuck in the back door ready for dinner. If you’re familiar with working in restaurants you must know that those last few minutes are crucial to pull together all the loose ends and be 100% ready for the night. Normally, I would kick the early, early birds out, but thanks to a passing thunder shower, I allowed them to sit and wait it out. Up to the very last minute. That was me being kind.
The rest of the evening was your basic, run of the mill shit show, with food taking too long to come out, people waiting too long for cocktails, and loads of gluten free diners who didn’t believe me when I told them the tortillas are corn-honestly-why would I lie to you about that? Actually…no, I wouldn’t lie about that. The only saving graces were the few diners who “got” that we were swamped. I wanted to hug those kind souls, but instead, I bought them a round of drinks, and apologized profusely. I honestly think I may have rolled my eyes at a couple of folks tonight. Lo siento, I’m only human, and sometimes the questions are so tedious.
So, all in all, Saturday was pretty much a bust. The only upside is I’m now sitting at home with a bottle of rose and a goofy cat obviously trying to make me smile. I’m not as excited as I usually am for Sunday, but I guess not every Sunday is a kitten parade.
Hope you enjoy your 3 day weekend, and thanks for checking in.
