Grabbing me is not allowed

My first table of the night is a four top. Grandma and grandpa with German sounding accents granddaughter whose skirt is reminding me that the eighties are coming back in style and the dad whose face I've already completely forgotten. I go through my specials determine that they'll be drinking cocktails but no wine remove their extra glassware before I can move on Grandpa goes to grab my wrist. I very subtly move just enough out of his way to suggest that he just verbally tell me what he would like. He then half stands up grabs me by my shoulder moves me the six inches back towards him sits himself down and takes ahold of my wrist.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Really? Is that why you're going so far out of your way to play 'grab the waitress' My smile got very bright and I chose not to acknowledge that remark.

"yes sir, I'll bring two olives each for the Ketel One.

The dad says, "he's harmless don't worry about it".. Hmmm.. harmless for you. You're related to him and therefore beholden to put up with him. I however am a waitress. If I move slightly that may suggest that I don't want to be touched. It's not necessary. You already have my attention.

Why do people think they can do this. The closest I come to touching any table in my dining room is helping to take off or put on coats or a touch on a hand to ask if I may take a plate away without interrupting conversation. That's it. I don't hug people goodbye. I don't do 'air kisses' unless your one of the Brazilians or a Frenchy and I know and work with you. I'll shake hands.

My 'employee' table with the birthday card (basically free meals for two without alcohol or gratuity) She left the bulk of the tip on the check that she was just signing. Javiar of course couldn't let it go so I lost twenty bucks.

I had an escargot night. Every table ordered one if not two orders. Grandpa Grab hands hated it. Apparently there was too much to it. He didn't read the part on the menu that said that there was garlic, pesto butter and curry. They asked if anybody else complained I looked around my station that had plates of escargot on every table and said 'No, it's very well received, you are actually the first time I've heard that somebody hasn't liked it. But, I'll be sure to let the Chef know.' They didn't like that at all and told me not to say anything.

I'm not finding much funny these days. I'm tired of Portuguese every single night half of everything that is said in my dining room is in a language I don't understand. I'm tired of all of the conjecture on my love life it's been ongoing for months now. Really? I don't want to hang out and have ice cream at eleven-thirty well, that translates into I have a date. I couldn't possibly have a life or plans that doesn't revolve around a man. Or heaven forbid I just don't want to be at work anymore.

The tip pool is annoying me this week. I've done the bulk of the carrying. This means that I add up what I make at night in my head it's pretty easy to keep track and then when the end of the night when tips are divided out and you find out how much you made there hasn't been one shift that I haven't made quite a bit more than I've actually received. Anette is the next closest to me but still, I've been losing money quite a bit. I'm sure this will turn around at some point and it will be Goose's turn to take a loss for days on end.

I got busted apparently out of the three newer kitchen guys I only mess up on one of their names. I thought I messed them all up. In my head they all blur together. Blondie, Drunky and Baby-face. Apparently I call Baby-face Blondie or Drunky but I always get Drunky and Blondie's names right... oopps.

I need a drink and some time away from co-workers. I think part of the problem is my realization last month that I thought I'll be staying put for the foreseable future. I don't know how to stay somewhere. I don't know what it's like to make long term plans in one location. This is the part where I start to feel trapped and like I should be somewhere else anywhere else. This may or may not pass. I think the point is to do what I don't necessarily do, that is to say I'm going to try to 'commit' Creapy but if other people can do it why can't I? It's not like I'm getting married I'm just not submitting resumes to new gigs. I'm keeping a job fifteen months and counting I have now beat my record by sixty days. How do people stay? I'm not being sarcastic how do people stay in one job in one town month after month year after year? Don't you want new people or a new apartment to re-decorate? don't you get bored knowing the grocery store down the road or the movie theater? Don't people get burned out?