Kick Starting It.

02/02/2012
Shift = Lunch
Weather = 67 degrees, started off cloudy, went to sunny. Very pretty.

I woke up this morning not overly excited about work because I was tired. I need more dicipline with the rum it turns out and the late tv watching has got to go. Im sorry, 8 years later Im still obsessed with Friends and watch it everynight on Nick at Night. Lame. Yeah fine, its true. I chugged my coffee and got in the shower to get soapy and clean. Todays dance party was brought to me by Nicki Minaj's, Super Base. " Cantcho hear that boombadoom bah boombadoom bayyybayyy.." ha! Now you are singing it too!

Since they are refurbishing the floors in the main dining room we are only seating on the boiler room side of the Lobster Cage. This part of the resturant is enclosed with all glass garage style doors with perfect views of the water. We also only normally use this area for big tables and having to run back and fourth from the main kitchen is totally kicking my butt. The boiler room maybe holds 20 tables primarily now broken up to seat four with one or two 6 top tables left. I only had 3 tables in my section today so I thought it would be easy to manage. Wrong.

The day kicked off with immediately at 11 am. People were waiting to be seated and everyone was given a table instantly while people kept piling in the door. The resturant was filled up in a matter of 30 minuetes and we were on a 20 min wait for at least an hour and a half today. One table would get up, and immediately you were seated. I was taking orders, greeting people, fetching drinks, running trays back to the kitchen, and putting orders in the system at lightening speed and this lasted all day long. Everytime I went to the kitchen to expo and tray up my food it was madness. At one point I just stopped and looked around for a second. Motely Crue's " Kick Start My Heart" was screaming at full volume and it looked like a perfect storm of plates, lemmons, salads being made, and tarter sauce cups being popped open and slung onto plates. Pies were cut and whipped creamed, slaw was pulled out of the coolers, and silver ware was being rolled. All to the pace of that song with all the same intensity as Tommy Lee's drumming. When I say I stopped and looked around I mean I stood there for 5.2 seconds waiting to be able to actually get to the expo line to retrieve my orders. Sweat was beginning to glisten on my forehead and colar bones and I was thankful for the extra diet coke I let myself have so that the energy could flow today. I do NOT like being sweaty unless Im on a treadmill getting sexy. I hate feeling gross and Im told its a billion times worse in the summer. This will not make for a pretty Shannon but maybe a sample size Shannon. Which I would be exstatic with.

There was a head waiting meeting on the schedule today so this meant that I would not be taken off the floor until the evening crew came in, was given line up, and assigned their section. After busting my ass all day long I then swept, collected ketchup and cocktails off the tables, rolled silverware, replaced food in the expo line into fresh pans with new lids, and finally managed to cash out at 4:45 pm. I was tired, had rice in my hair somehow, sort of sweaty, but happy with my earnings. I printed out my cash out slip, stacked up my credit card slips, and on top of that placed my cash I had to turn in. I handed it to Sherry ( manager )  who looked at it and griped that all my money wasnt facing the same way. Seriously, Shut up. It was done in organized decending order of monetary value. Its kind of my fault because I knew Sherry liked her cashouts done a certain way. I was opening my mouth to aplogize when the big girl at work that doesnt like me, Lana, of course opened her giant face and said, " yeah that needs to be placed in the new handbook that all the money when turned in has to face the same direction." and rolled her eyes and did this pucker thing with her lips. It wasnt so much what she said but more HOW she said it. Bitch, I just rewrote the handbook for the Lobster Cage I wanted to say. I swear, this girl is mean, insecure, and always has a comment to follow anything I say. I.Cant.Stand.Her. Everywhere I have ever worked Ive had to tolerate a supersized mean girl and here is no different.  Except here, I dont really care. I dont plan on being president of the Lobster Cage or anything, I just want a fun job. Keep it up biggin, whatever adds meaning to your sad life of living at home at 28 and getting baked everyday. Ill keep praying for you. Just kidding, I hope you choke on a sausage link or something like that, whatever it is you big mean girls eat.

As I was saying before I went off on my rant, I cashed out at 4:45 pm, and ran to Wal-Mart to order Blakely's class party cupcake tray and pick up rotisserre chicken and veggies for dinner. I managed to come home, steam the veggies, plate everything for everyone, and now sit down. My cocktail fixings are eyeing me from the kitchen and it is time to reward myself for living through the day. Im cranky and if you cant tell my PMS is kicking up. I have a weekend of birthday parties, mardi gras parade, and maybe a work superbowl party if I can tolerate it. Ill take pictures for all of you if I go. That could be fun and only slightly wrong of me. Oh decisions decisions....

Drink time. Love to you all.