01/30/2012
Shift = Lunch
Weather = 65 degrees and sunny.
This morning I arose to begin my Monday in typical Monday fashion. Alarm goes off at 0730, its snoozed until 0750, Blakely is woken up and dropped off at school by 0830 and then I come home with only an hour and fifteen minuets to get ready. Pandora is turned on in the bathroom and my self beautification and shower dance party to kick off my day in a good mood is my most favorite way to start the day. Nothing like some Rhianna and Kesha to start a off a day right. Think of it as breakfast for the soul. I then hop in my car, peel back the sunroof and sing all the way to work enjoying the sunshine mentally preparring for the day. We all have our morning routines and this is how mine goes every single day. There is joy in monontany and especially mine. I used to have to be up at 0630 to get ready and drop Blakely off so I could fight traffic for an hour on I-540 to get to a job that sucked the life out of me. Not anymore. Freedom tastes a little freer everyday.
Today I skipped in to work passing by the schedule to check it for the week, bopping to the kitchen music and as I scroll down I notice Im not actually scheduled for today. Whoops. Luckily Stacey wanted to leave so that took care of that, at least all my hair and makeup prep had not gone to waste and I would make some money today. I do my side work and drink my morning glass of unsweet tea and lemon to get the juices flowing and before I know it its time to open up and seat guests.
Nyles worked today and one of our lunch specials was the chicken pot pie. People that work with me love it according to Nyles. Apparently it has 3 of everyones favorite things in it. Chicken. Pot. and Pie. I found this hilarious and laughed my ass off. No we dont literally have a dish with Pot in it people, really. None the less everytime a little old lady ordered it today I giggled inside. Kinda makes you view that little dish a little differently yes?
Now, I dont know if Im just not used to the winter season in places like this but I swear.. If I have to wait on one more table over the age of 60 Im probably going to shoot myself. You Seinfeld fans will understand when I say its like working at a seafood resturant in Delboca Vista Fl. The little snowbirds come in dragging their oxygen tanks, pushing their wheel chairs, and shuffle to their tables slowly but surely and all order the same things. I am dying for a group of people to come in that are ready to throw down on pitchers of margaritas and crab meat and I know that spring break is around the corner but come on!! Its bad when your little old people order a beer and you get excited for them. I know, I know, sounds whiny but here is the thing, Winter specials and little old people on a budget dont exactly pull in the personal revenue. I feel like I run my ass off all day long to bring each table a bill that gets me an 8.00 tip at times. Yes, you make the money during the summer blah blah we all know this. But I swear to god if some old woman named Gladys asks me to pick out carrots from her salad mix again I may just burst into tears or freak out. STOP BEING SO DAMNED OLD!!!! You are at the beach! You are retired and god help me if Im old and that bland please euthanize me. I hope Im a wrinkled hell raising old woman who takes her drinks strong after she takes her pill case full of Rx's and that I spend my day getting even more wrinkled in the sun! I want to be those old people on the Viagra commercials. Cialis? Hell yes, Ill take two and a martini. My generation should make for interesting old people I speculate, We will all be full of silicone, saline, tattoos, botox and driving our golf carts like drag racers and flashing our boobs at the college boys. Think Im kidding? Check in with me when Im 65 and Ill show you by god. I wont be a cougar, Ill be a damned DRAGON and loving every minute of it. Life is short and time is precious. Its time we all lived like it and so I raise a glass to the retired generation I see everyday and I hope that when Im your age my body is well worn because of a full life and that my waitress on the beach brings me strong drinks to keep the goodtimes rolling. Screw carrots and gumbo.
Catch you all later.
