01/13/2012 ( aka, Friday the 13th)
Shift = Lunch
Weather = 40's and 50's... freezing cold.
Today began with me taking my daughter to school in 30 degree weather and not liking it at all. Its not that I am Florida blooded all of a sudden but the fact that the wind blows non stop and straight off the water makes 40 feel like 20. The air is always damp and if there is a chill in the air, trust me, you feel it. I came home to look online for rental houses and to down some hot coffee before showering and getting pretty for my day at work. Face it folks, when you wear a flowered shirt to work you do all you can to make up for it with face and hair, or I do anyway.
We seemed a bit over staffed today but once people began to come in I was thankful for it. I was placed up on the deck portion of the resturant and given two tables that sat 10 people each and 4 more tables that sat 4 each. Needless to say I forgot it was cold out when I was running to and fro taking orders and running food. All was going along well and I thought Friday the 13th seemed pretty hum drum for me. Until....
I was standing at a table of 2, little old snowbirds, wishing they would hurry and spit their order out so I would not get behind. I noticed two more tables sitting down at the same time. Here we go I thought and just as I began to mentally prepare and just as the order was coming off the lips of the gentleman at my table I felt a POP! and RELEASE!!! sensation. My bra had burst open in the front. Oh. Dear. God. Luckily this was not obvious because Im not overly blessed in this area of my body and was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt under my sleeveless floral nightmare.. The mans mouth began to move and all I could hear in my head was " Ill have the Blackend Boobies, with a side of unsupported mashed potatoes, the steamed nipples, and some of your Boobs" What he actually ordered was "Blackened Mahi, Mashed potatoes, and steamed veggies with a cup of gumbo". I couldnt think because I felt like I was flapping out there in the wind and until I got my VS issue under control I would not be able to function. Stopping by the tables that had just sat down to greet them and tell them I would be right back I made a mad dash to the bathroom to re-hinge the front of my bra. I was wearing one of those that clasp in the front and I can promise you I wont be making this mistake again at work! At my old job I didnt even feel the need to wear panties because I despise panty lines and the showing of side fat due to seams. Besides, it was my nana nanna boo boo way of sticking it to The Man. Here I am almost overly concerned about it. Why? You try being on your feet in a uncomfortable panties that are called "cheekies". All cheekies do is make your ass look cute when someone is around to see it. The rest of the time my butt cheeks just eat them and I dont feel like digging in ones backside while serving food should ever go hand in hand. I also DO wear underweat to my new job because I dont feel that being around food someone else is going to eat while going commando is ok. Ever. So I take my time in underwear selection for the day due to functionality rating that my lingere has according to my past experiances with it. TMI? probably..
By the time I had come out of the resturant 2 more tables had already sat down. I hadnt been able to so much as take the other tables drink order and I was feeling incredibly frazzled.
Thirty minutes later, drinks, apps, and at least half of my tables wrapping up their meal it suddenly died down and for that I was thankful. Being in the weeds ( over your head with table issues) is no fun.. especially when you are worried your over the shoulder bolder holder is going to fail you again at anymoment. Just a tip ladies, those racer back cutesy bras apart of the PINK line at Victorias Secret are real cute.. just not overly reliable. Thank god for floral camouflauge today, never thought I would hear myself say that in a million years. Happy Friday the 13th to you all.
