The life and times of what goes on for a Resort Server. I live her I work here and I play here.

Friday, February 12, 2010

About last night

The covers were at about twenty. I was annoyed at the four servers scheduled I wanted somebody to be sent home. My bad, seriously. Oops. We did almost ninety covers I had another eight or so bottles of wine sold. A lot of late tables and more than my share of middle aged men who 'had one too many at the show'.

For the record I don't actually think I've gone out to drink all ready drunk. Who does that? And then tells the waitress for two straight hours that 'Were not always like this' in that slurry martini soaked voice. Like I can't recognize plowed when I see it. Like your eyes opening and closing slowly while I'm presenting your bottle of wine doesn't register.

Most of the time I don't mind to much. But, I do warn the boss that I have a table that is a little over their limit in case their behavior switches from annoying, dismissive and obnoxious to the 'scary hostile drunk'. I have no faith in people to not flip that gin fever switch and suddenly start acting like a reality t.v. superstar.

One of the downsides of working at a resort is that there isn't necessarily an issue with people driving cars, therefore the justification for refusing alcohol service goes down quite a bit. Around here as long as your not puking passing out or making an ass out of yourself we'll pretty much allow you to continue your vacation uninterrupted. Sucks for me but, that's the way it is. I had quite a few tables like that last night.

Holiday weekend, I'm planning to make some money over the next few days I volunteered myself, sort of. To work the dreaded Sunday morning shift. But, with any luck it'll be worthwhile.

On a more personal note my private life is causing me no ends of frustration. I'm to old for 'boy confusion' To busy to deal with my baby brother and he's obnoxious behavior. I knew it was a mistake to return my mothers phone call. My cell phone is causing me issues, and I just want to get off of property for a little while. Breath deeply over a glass of wine with my girls that all reside hours away from here.

Have a Happy Valentines weekend everyone! Or like me 'break a leg' would be more accurate. Make money, be busy. Have a good time.

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