My face hurts.

I am on a long stretch. It'll be sixteen days before I have a day off. Only four more to go. I should be writing and blogging and talking about my day endlessly. But, the reality is that I'm sick of work. I have more 'specials' going on that is reasonable. Seriously, an appetizer, two wines, two entrees, two desserts, soup and salad. There is more information being thrown at my tables than is reasonable. Everything seems to cancel out after their eyes glaze over before I'm done saying 1990 Jordan Cabernet from Alexander Valley.

To make it a bit easier to sell I have taken to breaking down the specials. I greet the table with the wine special return with the appetizer and entree specials and don't explain the soup or salad until their ordering. I always like things to say to a table but, this is a bit extreme.

I have a reputation for not liking children. Now, most of the noise I make about kids is just that... noise. Yes, my eighteen top that was made up of eleven kids was a little challenging for me. They kept leaving their seats to follow me around the table while I was taking other peoples orders to change the temperature of their steaks. Not to mention lemonades and Dr. Pepper refills.

I like kids. I do, They're interesting little half people. I just don't like that high pitched sound they make and the crumbs they leave and the part where they start swinging their arms and legs due to boredom of sitting at a table longer than their little bodies are capable of staying still.

On Monday I told my Chef I was thrilled to be back to work... again. I loved that every table was booked for at least a second turn. But, that my face still hurts from the Valentine's Day smile therefore I was taking a pass on the 'grin'. There's this thing that happens when I get busy the smile gets turned on and I forget to stop. When I'm really busy I grin endlessly for hours this of course makes my face hurt. I decided on Monday that there would be non of that. I wouldn't leave work with my face hurting.

This lasted until my first table ordered a glass of Berringer White Zinfadel.........

My face still hurts.

I had a table tonight that kept calling me Rosy. I really don't like it. To familiar somehow. But, they ordered well good wine, good food, paid attention to me when I spoke even the kid was well behaved.

In other news I've decided to go ice skating tomorrow. Haven't been since before I broke the leg, I think it's technically considered a winter sport, which... is forbidden by the well meaning orthopedic surgeon. I'm going anyway. I miss my 'girls'. I could really use a night with my cousin on her couch and a lunch with my best friend. We do this thing where we try to find a spot in whatever restaurant we go to that is as far away from children as we can get. Damn conversations never stay G-rated. I'm really needing that.