Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts

Friday, October 23, 2009

Day Sixty-Eight: On game days

Today is not a game day, not here anyway. Game days: days in which the Huskies are home and play anyone of the the other NCAA football teams; see also, days in which every employee at work commences running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

Tomorrow? Game day. For the first time I will be serving instead of hostessing. At least I'm not stressed, you know, at all. Ha.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Day Sixty-Four: Annnnnd, we're back.

Back to work that is.

You know what I like about work? My coworkers are crossword people and crossword people? We just get it. We know that it's never slow when you have a Shortz clue to figure out. There is never a customer mean enough or stingy enough to make my crossword less than perfectly enjoyable. Thank you, NY Times, thank you.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Day Sixty-Two: Legit

I was supposed to be "hosting" tonight but I ended up full-on serving. I can't seem to get used to the fact that waitressing is unpredictable. One day you'll have a line out the door and round the block and the next you'll have one table and six bored-to-tears staffers. Odd.

Now, I drink.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Day Forty-Nine: L'autobus

Todays post consists of me being lazy, taking the bus, drinking a STARBUCKS latte, not enjoying work, getting home, and going out.

I will elaborate.

Yesterday was one of the laziest days in recent memory. I did nothing. I was hungover and I sat on my bed and then later on the couch and I watched so much tv my eyes were literally rotting by the time I rolled back into my bed to fall asleep.
Today I woke up, determined to walk, discovered that it was cold as balls outside and saw the bus, took the bus. Was early to work.
I stopped at STARBUCKS. I like STARBUCKS. I like that their drinks are fast and tasty and consistent. I like their logo and I like their stores. I LIKE STARBUCKS. God, how un-indie of me. Woops.
Work was tough today. The boss was on a tear. He is the boss so he is allowed to be picky but after awhile I just felt run-down. I really couldn't do anything quite right. I learned a lot about what he expects and he has good reasons, still after mopping the floor for an eighth time I kind of felt like freaking out.
I got home, I napped, it was glorious.
Now? Now I go out.