I dreamed I was writing this. Is that bad?
Apr. 7th, 2005 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Yesterday was an absolutely gorgeous day. Simply marvellous.
I was inside the whole time.
In the bar that has no windows.
I watched the sunset from the bus window. Stupid: I sat on the left side of the bus; as it headed slightly south on Main I couldn't see the sunset, really.
Wednesday was a long day. It was dead, dead, dead, dead and suddenly about 4:30 I think a US Air flight was delayed and there were 40 people in my bar and they all wanted food and drinks.
I am sad that the quality of my service wasn't as good as it could have been. I had to run and run and run, and I know we were supposed to be secret-shoppered yesterday, and I bet you anything the shopper came in during that one rush and I didn't take my time with him/her and he/she will say "it's disgraceful how over-busy the waitress was!" and they'll have to put another person down at our bar to placate Corporate, and Second Waitress and I will spend Wednesday afternoons playing tiddly-winks because it's almost never that busy down there.
I did wind up with $62 in cash and about $45 in credit, which is perfectly respectable. Unlike yesterday. And my deposit was $423 (I remember the number because it was a round dollar amount), unlike the $52 of the day before. (So that right there should give you an indication of how different the days were.)
I had to run to catch the bus. I sat down, realized I still had my apron on, realized there was still a straw in the pocket, realized the menus were still in the other pocket. Ah well. I made it. But I was too tired to so much as open the Newton. I *did* have a few helpful thoughts about G&E and Gondolin. But I didn't write them down.
I got a phone call on the bus while using my phone's calculator, and freaked out attempting to answer it before I finally realized I *had* answered it and the caller had been sitting there listening to me cursing softly as I pushed buttons for about seven seconds. It was Dave. He was enroute to home.
I arrived home about three minutes before he did (flung wide the doors of the house to try to air out the smell of stale garlic, to no avail). When he showed up he suggested we go get something to eat.
We went to Pizza Plant over on Main St. in Williamsville, and there we ate Pods and drank import beers. We also ran into a friend (Sam, Chris's wife Rose's friend to be particular, who has cool tattoos under her arms, of all places), which was pretty cool.
Came home and started to poke around online, but hadn't done more than read my single solitary email before I decided I needed a shower.
Er, for anyone who clicked the earlier LJ-cut, this is the one about the TMI. Just sayin'.
I was in the shower, muttering to myself as I composed an essay in my head, delivered in speech form to the imaginary people. This is something I do often, in showers or while driving or at any other point while alone and performing some task that does not, in and of itself, absorb me.
I heard the bathroom door open. "I know," I said, "I was talking to myself, it's ok, I'm just crazy." Assuming that Dave had just opened the door to ask me what the hell I was doing in there.
"Oh," Dave said, "I didn't hear you," and I poked my head out and he was naked OMG !!11!!
The rest of my evening was really just got better from there. I even slept in his bed. It was like... it's like we're dating or something. :D (Hey, we're not totally pathetic yet. We've just been awfully busy all week.)
So I'm tired, a bit, this morning, and absolutely must remember to pack myself more ibuprofin because I took my last one at work yesterday because my feet were hurting, and only one of them does nothing for me anymore and indeed, didn't help.
I must go catch the bus, the bus that gets me there by 10:17, so I can wait 45 minutes to punch in. But I don't want to be late this time: a Thursday might actually be busy, and thus is not an "eh, take the hour-late bus instead" day. Also, I want hours. Tonight if it's super-busy, I can stay a little later, and maybe make up for having missed an hour Tuesday. I really want to have worked 40 hours this week. (If I don't catch the 7:06 bus I could get Dave to pick me up: he's home tonight.)
By the way, other employees have confirmed that I really ought to be in the union by now. I am going to Ask About That because it ain't right. Bleah. Give me health benefits already, ya bastards!
When I have insurance and can scrape together co-pays I am going to go and... man... see every doctor I can think of. Yeah. I wonder if I can get dental? I haven't had a cleaning in years and I'd just love one. Where they scrape out everything and make your gums bleed and mess around with you? Mmm. I love that.
Anyhow.
Yes.
Will catch up on the flist later. I think I read all of it, but i have a few tabs open with things I meant to comment on. So, I'm not ignoring anybody, I'm just... at work.
This weekend, I've decided, is going to consist of a lot of sleeping and some catching up on household chores. For sure for definitely. I lack the strength to go anywhere.
I was inside the whole time.
In the bar that has no windows.
I watched the sunset from the bus window. Stupid: I sat on the left side of the bus; as it headed slightly south on Main I couldn't see the sunset, really.
Wednesday was a long day. It was dead, dead, dead, dead and suddenly about 4:30 I think a US Air flight was delayed and there were 40 people in my bar and they all wanted food and drinks.
I am sad that the quality of my service wasn't as good as it could have been. I had to run and run and run, and I know we were supposed to be secret-shoppered yesterday, and I bet you anything the shopper came in during that one rush and I didn't take my time with him/her and he/she will say "it's disgraceful how over-busy the waitress was!" and they'll have to put another person down at our bar to placate Corporate, and Second Waitress and I will spend Wednesday afternoons playing tiddly-winks because it's almost never that busy down there.
I did wind up with $62 in cash and about $45 in credit, which is perfectly respectable. Unlike yesterday. And my deposit was $423 (I remember the number because it was a round dollar amount), unlike the $52 of the day before. (So that right there should give you an indication of how different the days were.)
I had to run to catch the bus. I sat down, realized I still had my apron on, realized there was still a straw in the pocket, realized the menus were still in the other pocket. Ah well. I made it. But I was too tired to so much as open the Newton. I *did* have a few helpful thoughts about G&E and Gondolin. But I didn't write them down.
I got a phone call on the bus while using my phone's calculator, and freaked out attempting to answer it before I finally realized I *had* answered it and the caller had been sitting there listening to me cursing softly as I pushed buttons for about seven seconds. It was Dave. He was enroute to home.
I arrived home about three minutes before he did (flung wide the doors of the house to try to air out the smell of stale garlic, to no avail). When he showed up he suggested we go get something to eat.
We went to Pizza Plant over on Main St. in Williamsville, and there we ate Pods and drank import beers. We also ran into a friend (Sam, Chris's wife Rose's friend to be particular, who has cool tattoos under her arms, of all places), which was pretty cool.
Came home and started to poke around online, but hadn't done more than read my single solitary email before I decided I needed a shower.
Er, for anyone who clicked the earlier LJ-cut, this is the one about the TMI. Just sayin'.
I was in the shower, muttering to myself as I composed an essay in my head, delivered in speech form to the imaginary people. This is something I do often, in showers or while driving or at any other point while alone and performing some task that does not, in and of itself, absorb me.
I heard the bathroom door open. "I know," I said, "I was talking to myself, it's ok, I'm just crazy." Assuming that Dave had just opened the door to ask me what the hell I was doing in there.
"Oh," Dave said, "I didn't hear you," and I poked my head out and he was naked OMG !!11!!
The rest of my evening was really just got better from there. I even slept in his bed. It was like... it's like we're dating or something. :D (Hey, we're not totally pathetic yet. We've just been awfully busy all week.)
So I'm tired, a bit, this morning, and absolutely must remember to pack myself more ibuprofin because I took my last one at work yesterday because my feet were hurting, and only one of them does nothing for me anymore and indeed, didn't help.
I must go catch the bus, the bus that gets me there by 10:17, so I can wait 45 minutes to punch in. But I don't want to be late this time: a Thursday might actually be busy, and thus is not an "eh, take the hour-late bus instead" day. Also, I want hours. Tonight if it's super-busy, I can stay a little later, and maybe make up for having missed an hour Tuesday. I really want to have worked 40 hours this week. (If I don't catch the 7:06 bus I could get Dave to pick me up: he's home tonight.)
By the way, other employees have confirmed that I really ought to be in the union by now. I am going to Ask About That because it ain't right. Bleah. Give me health benefits already, ya bastards!
When I have insurance and can scrape together co-pays I am going to go and... man... see every doctor I can think of. Yeah. I wonder if I can get dental? I haven't had a cleaning in years and I'd just love one. Where they scrape out everything and make your gums bleed and mess around with you? Mmm. I love that.
Anyhow.
Yes.
Will catch up on the flist later. I think I read all of it, but i have a few tabs open with things I meant to comment on. So, I'm not ignoring anybody, I'm just... at work.
This weekend, I've decided, is going to consist of a lot of sleeping and some catching up on household chores. For sure for definitely. I lack the strength to go anywhere.
