dragonlady7

Twelve hour day at work today.
Yes. "Mandatory" training session this a.m. at 9:15, to which 5 of the 18 bartenders just didn't show up. And the training session? Mostly just insulted those of us who know what we're doing, without actually providing anything constructive for those of us who don't. And when we raised difficult questions, like "how do we tactfully explain that the food sometimes, without warning, takes 45 minutes to arrive from the kitchen?" or, "What do we do when someone eats half of something and then claims not to like it?", were all answered with a huffy "We'll discuss that later," from management. So was it useful? No.
And our, "Hey, why can't we have a sign in the restaurant that has a take-out window letting people know that there's table service available if they prefer that?" was met with a "No you can't," which really didn't, well, answer the question.

Also, one person called in sick for the day to go to the Bills game.

Now, it was a fuckingood game, but on the other hand, it easily could not have been.
We weren't crazy-busy during the game, so I actually got to witness (ok, in replay, but almost-live) both of the totally fucking awesome touchdown passes our man J.P. Lossman threw. Dude.
(I've met J.P.. I waited on J.P.. I was slightly rude to J.P. because it was Not A Good Time. I did observe, at the time, that J.P. was an attractive young man, but when one sees so many people in a day, that's not exactly unheard of. However I did not know who he was until after he'd left the room. But now that I see him on tv, yes, our J.P. is an attractive young man. Who, apparently, could play football, not that he's exhibited that skill on many other occasions. But today? He was a young, attractive god. We are happy about this. I got a $20 tip because of this. I also lost the hearing in one ear (kidding) because of said tipper's shouting during the whole game, so I feel I earned it.)

But I digress. In short, our management is Fucking Useless. I hope Brian has found this blog, by the way. Hi everyone he points to this! Please at least fire me in an interesting way.

Yes, I made a bunch of money today, by the way. But I am so fucking tired. I forgot to eat, because I was busy, and so between 9 am and 10 pm I had three donut holes (thank God for you, Judy: the only person to think of bringing donut holes to a meeting at work. I didn't bring food because, in my experience, Management will bring food to a retarded meeting at a stupid time, and I didn't want to be the weirdo who shows up with something strange that is unnecessary on top of whatever horrible but addictively palatable substance Management has brought. However. Management brought no food whatsoever, and instead gave us ... drinks out of the cooler, except they'd been out of the cooler so long they were warm. Which just goes to show you. Yes. I work in a restaurant and at a "mandatory" meeting at fucking 9 am on a fucking SUNDAY Management didn't bring us any food. Do I actually need to point out that they're Useless?) and also I turned in over $1600 in sales today, which is kind of a lot (a normal busyish day for me is around $700-800). So yeah. I started off thoroughly disgruntled and then got my ass actually physically kicked, so all was awesome.

I got home, ate about four helpings of leftover beef stroganoff and half a fucking box of Cheese Nips because I was so hungry I had heartburn, and also, well, finished off the bottle of lime vodka, because there wasn't enough to save. So basically, I filled half a 12-ounce glass with the stuff, then topped it up with triple sec and cranberry juice, and then squeezed half a lime into it because why not (because I had a half a lime lying around, which is what comes of getting a little crazy with the citrus whenever guests come over).

So there's my recipe for a Ghetto-Painkiller-Cosmo that is sort of also a Vodka Cranberry except it's, um, art:
2 big ol' ice cubes
1/2 fresh lime
6 oz lime/citrus vodka
1 1/2 oz triple sec
4 1/2 oz cranberry juice
put in 12-oz glass, take a big gulp, put more cranberry in

Result: My back has stopped hurting. Also I cannot stop cussing.

Will I be able to walk tomorrow?
Time will tell.
Will Management be useless tomorrow?
Is the sky blue?
Do bears shit in the woods?
We'll just have to see.