I finally realize that my feet have been aching for hours as I feel how tight my back has become from running and lifting, then prebussing and juggling an overwhelming amount of weight in pasta and chicken and seafood dishes, all which are piled high inside of heavy as sin bone white plates and tableware. The Coheed blasting in my Jeep's speakers keeps me going as I realize, as I often do, that I should probably slow down
but I'm just ready to be home, having left an hour after we actually close. And damn that junker Gio Metro or whatever it is behind me with the wrong bulb in their left headlight. It's crooked and just so happens to be hitting the back of my retina after I've spent the last 13 hours indoors, the last 6 hours in a dimly lit dining room.
I am still spinning from one of those days the don't stop, never end, I hit the ground running while still finishing up morning sidework and before I knew it....I'm finally in my overstuffed sofa with a few freshly drained beers sitting uselessly in front of me, taunting me, and certainly needing two immediate replacements. Hey uh empty beers? Can you go get your full beer friends and tell them to get over here?!
It's high school graduation week here and boy are we all happy! As I happen to live at The Restaurant and work all doubles, I love to get my ass kicked by through business parties (between lunch and dinner service) and even after everyone else has been cut for the evening. There are at least five, maybe six, large public high schools and 2 private high schools in the area who all graduate this week. I haven't stopped moving since Wednesday morning when I got to work. Party of 8 here, in walks a 6 top then a 4 top, all easily identified by the awkward, disheveled stoner in the Jerry Garcia tie or chubby doll in the floral print. I overheard one stoner's dad exclaim, "I can't believe the bastard actually did it!" today. Way to go kid, way to go! I hear the comic book store is looking for good help.