dragonlady7

So Saturday was busy and I ended up bussing a lot of tables because the porter kind of, well, didn't. And in so doing I managed to injure both of my wrists, to the point that on Sunday morning when I awoke I could not make a fist. My left hand was worse. I considered calling in, but after a long hot shower I felt a bit better, and also the schedule manager has been really nice about giving me days off this month, and I don't want to seem ungrateful for calling in on a beautiful sunny weekend day when I know they're short-staffed and it's going to be busy. So I did some stretches and decided to cowboy up and deal. How busy could it be?

Went out to breakfast with Z, riding the scooter down to Pano's on Elmwood. Had a lovely meal, and while in the parking lot getting ourselves together for the ride home, Mr. Pano himself paused to admire the scooter. "Is that a Vespa? Aren't Vespas bigger?"

Rode home, sighed wistfully about how nice a day it was, and got myself ready for work.

Work was completely fucking insane.
One person had already called in-- we all knew he was out of town this weekend, and had wondered why he hadn't asked someone to cover his shift. Turns out he called in at 3:59 am knowing that the a.m. managers get in at 4. Manager was not best pleased.

I got in at noon and had my first customer ten minutes later. (I spent the first ten minutes refilling things that were already empty even though the bar had opened less than five minutes previous. Some things hadn't gotten filled on Sat. night.)

I asked my last customers to pay their bills when their food arrived at 7:45, so that I could get down to the cash office before the six-person noon-to-eight shift was dismissed. (We can only count our banks 2 at a time, and when there are six cashiers and five bartenders, at 20-45 minutes a person... well, that's math. You can do the math.)
In between I did not stop at all. I ate a container of potato salad standing up while making drinks because I was getting dizzy and needed food.
My sales for the day were about $1200 in credit cards and $600 in cash.

John Rich of the band Big & Rich, who just played at the Erie Co. Fair this weekend, came in with four friends and sat at one of my tables. I didn't recognize him, as I didn't go see them. (I might go to the fair tonight.) He promised he'd tip me well. I was, in turn, polite, because most of the time when people say it, they don't mean it. He then asked what my best tip ever had been. I told him the story of the woman with my mother's name, making more of a big deal about the name than the money, because talk of money always sounds crass.
He told me he'd just been in the studio with Willie Nelson and I responded enthusiastically about how completely freaking awesome the aforementioned Willie is. He confirmed that he is.

The tab came to $125. He paid by credit card and wrote "$225" in the final amount line. Yup.

I am having some trouble typing today, though. I noticed yesterday that I tend to pick things up in my left hand, which is by far the weaker wrist at the moment. I started carrying beer glasses in my fingers without opposing my thumb, as that puts less strain on the wrist. It kind of sucked. I felt like I was doing Barbie Hands. Next I'll punch a hole between two of my fingers so I can put a "diamond" ring on my hand, like Barbie. I just need to get ahold of a giant hunk of shiny plastic.

So... I am feeling flush at the moment (being as I am $400 richer [including wages, before tax, to be pedantic] than I would be had I called in sick because of my silly wrists: tis a glamorous life we waitresses lead, and I might mention that I have been getting skinnier again lately: getting my ass kicked for fun and profit), and am seriously contemplating dropping $550 on rollerskates. But it wouldn't just be one pair. It would be a pair for me, a pair for Z, and then a second set apiece of wheels and bearings so we could use the skates outdoors. (I'm getting nice indoor speed/jam wheels for derby use, and it's better to have outdoor wheels (smaller and softer) for outdoor use. I guess it's not hard to change skate wheels, and the boots and plates are the same indoors and out. It's marginally cheaper to just get spare wheels than to get a whole set of cheap outdoor skates, so, I think I'll just roll with that. Ha, I made a pun.)
I want these, only with the bearings upgraded to "China Bones" (supposed to be better, I dunno why, but I'll take it) and the Witch Doctor Blue Grip wheels. Z is getting the same boot but with all orange accessories, including orange Zoom wheels and cute orange laces and an orange toe stop. He just likes that it looks kind of cheesy-rental all in orange.
I just have to decide what my size is. I think I'm a seven but I might be an eight.