The Hot Spot

There are set stations in the Restaurant I work at. We all have our own tables that we work on a regular basis. Goose's station is something I refer to as the 'Hot Spot'. Basically the dining room is divided out into corners with the middle tables as one station. It's larger than the rest roughly seven tables with two of them being for parties for up to ten.

I hate the Hot Spot. Your tables are blocked off so you can't get a visual of your entire station without lapping the dining room. Not to mention that half of it is considered 'dead tables' Meaning the least desirable in the dining room, the last to be sat. So, when you are running an almost full station with large parties and everything fills up suddenly you have three new downs that are all mad that they can't have a window booth or have been waiting.

My normal station is the window booths and large wall booths. I would rather take the station I'm used to, comfortable with than other parts of the dining room.

On top of that I had a little four top in between my two tens and three deuces whose food took forever. I kept going to the window and looking at the line of chits there were six orders fired in front of mine.. damn it. damn it. damn it. I needed that damn order. I must have mumbled under my breath. 'jesus' which of course sent my sous chef off who called me a mealy mouthed bitch and told me 'fuck you too'. Damn embarrassing but there I am, waiting for the last of my plates trying my damndest not to cry. Not the 'wimpy girl you were mean to me tears' but the 'frustrated angry I hate my job tears'. I didn't... cry. Just for the record I didn't cry. Came damn close to it.

Followed up by my morning shift today I got there on time. The time Javiar put on the schedule. Which was off by half an hour. So, I was late... sort of.

Work again in a few hours. We will supposedly be busy.. maybe. To be completely honest I would rather be dead and have a little breathing room. But, business as usual. Life is feeling monotonous lately. At least as far as work goes. I have wine class on Tuesday, Monday off. Need to file my taxes. blah blah blah.