I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I have 24 more hours till I get my first two-day off since June.

I did 18 weeks of 6-day work weeks.  

Jeffery is TIRED.

We have 10 more weeks until my restaurant closes for a 3 week break for Xmas.  

And Adam and I have 11 more weeks till we leave for a 10-day trek to Argentina for a “research” trip, where we will explore all thing culinary in Buenos Aires.

And for those interested, I am going to sing Don’t Cry for Me Argentina from the balcony of the Casa Rosado with my arms in the air. 

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

The last two nights I’ve been on the floor.

I have had a host.

We’ve also been short staffed, so I’ve forced myself away from the door.  

I have different experiences on the door than when I’m on the floor.  

I’m standing at the POS at the wait station, when I see table #31 call a server over.  It’s not their server.  They speak for about 12 seconds and then server turns and walks toward me.

I know it’s not their server, so I ask her what they needed. 

She says, they have asked for bread.

I should mention that their server is also standing at the POS.  Putting in their order.  

They have given him about 37 seconds from the time he said he’d bring them bread till the time, they felt like they’d waited too long for bread.

They were in need of something the entire 48 minutes they were in the restaurant.  

In and out.

But always in need.

They’d really be happier at a drive thru.  

Service on demand.  

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Tonight, I was at the door.  

Once again, while my host was peeing.  

A woman walks in, I greet her.  Take her name and tell her that her table will be ready soon.

As she turns, I see what I think is an amazing tattoo on her back of a very detailed zebra.  

I start to say something and then realize it’s a print on a shirt that is near to her skin tone of a zebra.

I tell her what I thought I saw.  

And she assures me that she is never going to be so cool as to have a zebra tattoo on her back.

Thing is, she really did look like someone who’d have cool tattoos.  

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Was standing at the host stand last night, while my host for the evening was peeing.  

A couple come out from the restaurant into the lobby.  They had been sitting at the bar.

The woman looks at me and says, how long have you been here.

I say almost a year, not sure where this is going.  

She says, I thought so, you are so much nicer than the guy who was here last summer.  

I thank her for the compliment.

Maybe they don’t recognize me because I’ve lost weight.

But I’m pretty sure I WAS the guy here last summer.  

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Hi all.  

Remember me?

I have been missing in action.

On Tuesday, Adam and I were supposed to go north to spend the night with friends.  But we woke up to the news that one of the friends we were visiting was not feeling well.

So, we stayed home.

And got the booster of the monkey pox vaccine instead.  

And.

That motherfucker kicked my ass.

I have had the flu shot for years.

I have four doses of the Covid vaccine.

I have had the shingles vaccine.

I have had the polio vaccine.

I have had all the vaccines.

And I’ve never had such a reaction as to this shot.

I woke up feeling crappy on Wednesday, like I hadn’t slept well.  Which I attributed to the chicken pot pie, and wine that I over consumed the night before.

Suffered through Wednesday.

Then Thursday came along and I really felt like shit.

I got to work, had some coffee and started feeling better.

Got through the shift and felt like I’d been hit with a truck.

Came home, thinking I sure hope this isn’t COVID.

The home test said it was not.

Also, I’ve had it at least once, and I think twice and it’s not how I felt either time.  

Friday, was the worst. 

I slugged through work.  It helped that we were short staffed and I didn’t have time to complain.

On both Thursday and Friday night, when I got home, and just collapsed on the couch.  I sat there for an hour, not really watching TV or anything.  Just breathing.  

Today I woke up, and felt sluggish but better.

And by the time I got home I was amazing.

I have energy.

I have the ability to do more than sit on the couch.

And now you have it.

A new post.