Sent home

I had three tables, two dueces and a single diner right at opening. By 7:30 they were all gone and my tables reset. And then I got the kiss on the cheek. Literally. My boss is home!! I love that he's back it feels really good. Back to normal. But, dang it all we're dead. The guest count on property is less than fifty. We had already served a dozen of those by 7:30 so I get to go home... My sous chef suggested that I go out to a different restaurant because one of my favorite white coats just took over the kitchen. The whole 'showing support' kind of thing. But, not on a first night. I know him. Well enough to understand that his head will be down and the addrenaline rushing the last thing he needs is to worry about impressing his friends the first shift in.

By the way Go Chef B. I know you're going to rock!! Everyone is going to be completely impressed and I'm dying to try that new Lamb you were telling me about!!

So, I do have plans in a few hours to go play pool and have drinks with my Brazillian busser. Allthough that makes me a little nervous the last time I went out with him he spent the night trying to talk me into going home with innapropriate people. Apparently I need to stop thinking like an American. But, were going out. Going to have a couple of vodkas play a game or two of pool. It'll be fun, I hope. It just feels akward to not be where you're used to being when you're supposed to be there. And it's been months since i've been the one to leave. In general this is boring. I'm starting to think that i'm a little bit of a workaholic. Maybe I am but I don't drink much, don't smoke, I don't have any gambling habits or serious debt. I am a little weird about committing to things maybe I should just chalk it up to my being young and think maybe i'll grow out of it at some point.

I'd rather be at work.