Oh my. Look at that range. That intensity. The drama. Definitely channeling some Stanislavsky.

Mostly, look at the hair.

Seriously.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

So much to write about tonight.

In truth, not much has happened lately. At least nothing that I haven’t written about before. 

And I composed a list of 8 things.  

And then I sat down at the Chef’s Table at the end of the night.

There were three tables in the dining room. And a couple at the bar.  

A server comes up to me and says Is it true that it’s Paul’s last day.

I ask her to clarify.

She said, that he hugged everyone goodbye, said it was great working with them and to be well.

I asked her to clarify again.

She called another server over who confirmed this to me. 

I asked again, if he didn’t just mean for the weekend, as we are off Monday and Tuesday. 

They assure me that he said, it was goodbye.

I ask them to clarify, one more time.

I then called him. He did not answer.

I texted him and he’s not responded. That was 3 hours ago. 

I guess he doesn’t work for me now.  

Of course, two weeks would have been nice. 

Even an, I’m not coming back would have been nice.

I’m not surprised.

I’m not disappointed.

I’m not even bothered by it.  

For a whole host of reasons.  

But I’ve never had anyone quit and not tell me they were quitting.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

It’s 2:00 a.m. again. Where does the night go?

I’m annoyed, as it appears that replying to Happy Birthday posts on Facebook goes against their standards as you are only allowed so many comments at a time. Seriously.  

Fun things that happened at work tonight.

At pre-shift I mentioned that I only knew a couple of tables coming in tonight.

As the night when on, I knew more and more people. I then realize, it was all the husbands who had booked tonight. Without fail. In this case the women always book and I didn’t know the husbands name on the reservation.  

It was seriously 6 or 7 tables.

To quote my friend Mark, I was the govenah tonight. 

I did nothing after 7:00 except chat with people.  

Around 8:00 there were three people checking out the restaurant. I thanked them for coming in, and asked if it was their first time. It was.  

They are from the UK and their son is here on a J1 visa and they’d come to visit. Turns out they also have a house nearby and that they are preparing to sell.

I asked when the son was going home and the mom said, at the end of the summer unless he can find a way to stay.
Do you want to marry him?

I replied, my boyfriend my not like it, but we do have a king size bed, so there is room if he says yes.  

The son turned bright red, and the mom loved every second of it.  
At the end of the night, there was a local sitting at the bar, and they’d made friends with the couple next to him. They all got up to leave, they were the only people in the building.

The man of the other couple is a little tipsy, and comes over to shake my hand says, they keep calling you chef, so I wanted to introduce myself. I explained that I am Jeff, and Chef had left about 15 minutes earlier.  

He goes on and on about how much he loved the meal.

And he finally says, I just love your meat.  

And I replied, I get told that all the time.  

The local couple got the innuendo, and couldn’t stop laughing.  

I really think it went right over the drunk guy’s head.  

I know for some of you office folks a 175 emails is not a lot.  

But I seriously get 6 a day that are important. Most are stupid.  

However, I had 175 emails left after I deleted the junk and at least 35 of them were requests for large parties. It’s insane. The people just keep coming. 

I did get them ALL answered today. I’m about 10 months shy of being out of the weeds.  

And we should be opening the downstairs restaurant, in the new location the first week of May.  

So wish me luck.  

I’ll be up for air in December.  

That is all.