Holy Wine...

I worked a double today. Something I haven't done in months but my sorry self woke up at six in the morning and got my butt over to the Sunday Brunch service. I went home at noon and tried to take a nap. By the way, can anybody nap? I have never been able to. I then went back to work at four-thirty. My first mistake was taking one of those five hour energy shots. People, I'm telling you don't do it. I never drink coffee or at least I haven't since I gave up my two hundred dollar a month Starbucks habit. I have maybe two soft drinks a day my body just isn't acclimated to jolts of caffeine. I had the shakes like you wouldn't believe.

For some reason Javiar decided to take me out of my 'home' We all have our own stations. Old Dog is against the wall, Goose is always in the "hot spot" a station I named after working it on her days off. It's the middle of the dining room all of the tables are split up so you have to circle the entire dining room to get to all of your tables. It is a bitch. Annette is always at 'The Top' the six tables closest to the line, I am always at the 'windows and wall' Two large booths that can fit up to six people the two most popular booths against the windows and the row of middle tables that fit large parties.

Tonight I worked the 'Wall'. I had a slow start. My five top turned into a six so they moved into one of Goose's tables but I kept them. She then took a 'three top' for me to even things out.... at least in theory. They went straight to my 94 Silver Oak. Javiar is running special wines to help clean out the massive cellar on property all bottles that are at least ten years old that have less than a case. At ridiculously cheap prices all of them are a hundred dollars or less. My six top had two Silver Oaks at a hundred dollars a piece the corks were incredibly soft it was a miracle that they didn't crumble in the bottle completely, or a sign that I'm pretty good at opening wines.

As soon as I got the first Silver Oak on the table my four top decided on the Barton and Gustier an eighty dollar bottle before I could get that bottle out I was sat with a four top that wanted to start with the seventy dollar bottle Sangiovese and then I had a deuce that held me hostage until they came up with the 88 Raymond Reserve and then I was sat with a three top that immediately went for the seventy-five dollar bottle of Whitman. I was sitting with four wine presentations. Three tables that needed to order two of which I hadn't had a chance to 'special' My six top had first courses that needed to go out and my four top needed to be cleared of first courses and 're-silvered' for entrees.

I was bombed.

Somehow every table that I had was in good spirits everybody was dining and had at least three courses, the usual.. I needed bread here, water there, taking an order and wine pours. Javiar wants to know as soon as he can seat my last table, my sous chef is yelling at me over a fire that I swear I didn't do. Then as I'm replacing my house wine glasses with Bordeaux one of them bumps into another and shatters into the palm of my hand.

I stood there for a minute I can hear my boss yelling at me "are you cut?" I took off into the bathroom to wash the shards of glass away without digging into my palm my sous chef is hollering "she better not be hurt were busy here". I ended up with small paper cut like slices along three of my fingers and the palm of my hand. I bandaged them up as best as I could and went back to my station I made it through the night, somehow. I ended up selling a little over seven hundred dollars in wine. Half of the 'by the bottle' sales. Good for me!

I think I'm going to superglue my hand tomorrow the band aids are a pain in the ass they fall off every two hours.