Is it over yet??.......

Its a bit of a misconception to assume that people in restaurants like the public. I don't. Now, granted it's been a long couple of weeks. I'm on a long stretch of long shifts, late nights early mornings and night after night of being bombed. I didn't necessarily realize that I wasn't in a great mood until I got to work this evening. There was some question about a New Years Eve Reservation that clued me in. I want to go to the movies...

My leg hurts worse than it has in months. The kind of deep bone pain that can't be described or understood unless you've gone through it, and I don't want to talk about it. It's funny for other people. For me, it's the constant twist in my stomach that makes me think I'm about to throw up. The idea of walking an extra ten feet has me biting my lip. I feel like my ankle is coming unscrewed. And there's a possibility that it is. Literally. I take myself off to put away the wine order. And they sent me six bottles of Brut Rose'... I ordered two. And it will take me three months to sell them. Now I have six bottles. And no Aqua Panna. This pisses me off. I damn near call the Bev. Director to let him have it... and then I realize, I am not a happy girl today.

My ability to compartmentalize the personal shit to get the job done is not going so well. Partly to hurting. But, I just don't want to run again. I don't want to listen to my Sous Chef telling off the interns. I really, really don't want to so much as see Pantry bitch. Bud isn't the least bit amusing no matter how cute he thinks he is. And Goose is taking the day off. I really need Goose to be there to help me deal with Old Dog. Old Dog is late as usual. This actually helps, I had half an hour to get myself in a rhythm before she showed up. I hear my name coming from down the server alley. I'm far enough away that I can pretend to not hear that she's calling me for something.

Our water glasses were stolen by banquets. We were sent Pinot Noir instead of Pinot Gris. Javiar is as tired as I am. Neither one of us wants to chat. But Old Dog does, she has stories to tell. Anecdotes about her son's drunk friends.. Her son doesn't drink. Her son drives the friends home. Blah, Blah blah... it's going to be a long night.

I had almost thirty covers in one seating. So I was done a few minutes before close. My ten top was going for the Silver Oak. I had two bottles of 2005... and a bottle of 1994. Seriously!! How the hell did that happen?

My next day off should be Wednesday. Tomorrow is my hair appointment. Thinking of getting bangs. New Years Eve is booked. I was excited a few days ago. Now, I'm glad It's almost over. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow I'll feel better. Wish me luck. I need to find a personality, need to think up some b.s resolution that i'll forget about by Valentines Day.

I'm ready for a bottle of wine, a comfy pair of socks, and a good movie.. I could go for junk food. Something totally gross like Burger King or Wendys. I know that there are people out there living it up because it's the holidays. They're having family reunions, eating and drinking too much. Celebrating and getting all kinds of random junk wrapped in paper. I've had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches the last three nights. I'm averaging ten hours of downtime between shifts. I haven't talked to anybody that I don't work with in a month. Is it over yet?.....