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dragonlady7Head hurts. Was putting away empty wine bottle, and cracked head on corner of wall, quite hard. Bit tongue, saw stars. Unpleasant.
First Buffalo Bills home game of the season: bar was packed with spectators. Didn't do any running around, but zipped like hummingbird through crowds to bring food to the masses. Kept up with speed, met crises and was ok, much to my astonishment, but had not a moment to take a breath for two-plus hours. Yow.
I am brutally efficient when that busy, and it's kind of a good feeling now and then just to be so frighteningly competent. Everyone got precisely what they wanted, at the right time.
One table paid for a $35ish tab with a $100 bill. I hadn't had many customers, so I had no twenties; I gave them $60 in tens. They left, and the man from the table handed me the "thank you" envelope thingy I gave them the change in, and said something pleasant, and I thanked him and stuck it up next to the register in my "not urgent" pile. It was quite a bit later that I finally opened it, and found four $10 bills inside.
(I'd given him six-- it's not that he just forgot to get his change out. Apparently he actually meant to leave me forty bucks. On a slightly sub-$40 tab. Yo, dude. I mean, yo.)
Still later, once the second server had arrived and the manager had come to see that she was settled in (there was a last-minute change of shifts or something, and I still don't know what was going on), a "How are we doing?" comment card fell out of one of the envelopes (I stick them in every one, because I've never had one be mean about me, but sometimes they're entertainingly mean about the price of the food or any number of things I myself complain about to the management and get ignored about), and it was filled out in black ink. The manager picked it up, and read it: "The food was OK, but the service was excellent! Our waitress Bridget was amazing! She's the most efficient waitress I've ever seen!"
"Wow," the manager said.
Nice that somebody noticed.
I made almost $200 today. Not counting wages. That was kinda nice.
But my head hurts, my legs are made of lead, and I'm dizzy, and have been dizzy for several hours. I dunno, man. There are downsides. At the moment I'm too tired to get off the couch and go to bed, so I may just zonk out here until I can muster the energy.
Yeah, I had some deep thoughts, but I don't remember them now. Maybe tomorrow.
First Buffalo Bills home game of the season: bar was packed with spectators. Didn't do any running around, but zipped like hummingbird through crowds to bring food to the masses. Kept up with speed, met crises and was ok, much to my astonishment, but had not a moment to take a breath for two-plus hours. Yow.
I am brutally efficient when that busy, and it's kind of a good feeling now and then just to be so frighteningly competent. Everyone got precisely what they wanted, at the right time.
One table paid for a $35ish tab with a $100 bill. I hadn't had many customers, so I had no twenties; I gave them $60 in tens. They left, and the man from the table handed me the "thank you" envelope thingy I gave them the change in, and said something pleasant, and I thanked him and stuck it up next to the register in my "not urgent" pile. It was quite a bit later that I finally opened it, and found four $10 bills inside.
(I'd given him six-- it's not that he just forgot to get his change out. Apparently he actually meant to leave me forty bucks. On a slightly sub-$40 tab. Yo, dude. I mean, yo.)
Still later, once the second server had arrived and the manager had come to see that she was settled in (there was a last-minute change of shifts or something, and I still don't know what was going on), a "How are we doing?" comment card fell out of one of the envelopes (I stick them in every one, because I've never had one be mean about me, but sometimes they're entertainingly mean about the price of the food or any number of things I myself complain about to the management and get ignored about), and it was filled out in black ink. The manager picked it up, and read it: "The food was OK, but the service was excellent! Our waitress Bridget was amazing! She's the most efficient waitress I've ever seen!"
"Wow," the manager said.
Nice that somebody noticed.
I made almost $200 today. Not counting wages. That was kinda nice.
But my head hurts, my legs are made of lead, and I'm dizzy, and have been dizzy for several hours. I dunno, man. There are downsides. At the moment I'm too tired to get off the couch and go to bed, so I may just zonk out here until I can muster the energy.
Yeah, I had some deep thoughts, but I don't remember them now. Maybe tomorrow.
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Date: 2005-09-12 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 01:46 pm (UTC)I feel like I have a hangover today, but I didn't drink anything yesterday. Urg.
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Date: 2005-09-12 01:44 pm (UTC)darius
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Date: 2005-09-12 01:46 pm (UTC)I do know there was a wonderful roar of approval during the game after (Chargers/whozit-team-with-Bills'-old-quarterback) when Bledsoe got sacked.
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Date: 2005-09-12 05:53 pm (UTC)Google declares war on David Kleinschmidt (http://toolbar.google.com/gmail-helper/index.html).
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Date: 2005-09-13 01:48 am (UTC)The features are about equivalent, for now. Theirs lives in the menu bar, while mine lives in the dock. Mine will speak to you. In the ever-receding future, mine will hook up to something called Growl [about which I know very little, but apparently people really like it]. It will also text your cell phone, if you want it to [you heard it here first].
Since Google decided to call their product 'Gmail Notifier for Mac OS X' - a move which I can't say took me by surprise - I will probably decide to rename mine to something smart-assy like 'Better Than Google's Gmail Notifier.'
Also, when people email me about how my Gmail Notifier makes their computer crappy and deletes all their files and kicks old ladies in the shins and barbeques puppies - I can [tactfully] inform them of the alternatives.
- D