March 6, 2010

Another day has come and gone, and as usual, nothing terribly interesting happened today. I wound up getting up around 6 a.m. to go get my pans, before we opened and before the notorious Asian Ladies got their hands on them. The lady who washes the dishes during the day saw me go in and apparently snitched on me to the Bossman. I told the Big Man I figured it was the lesser of two evils, which he understood, but he said that if nothing else, don't let anyone see me the next time. In any event, I brought the damn pans home with me tonight.

Work was fairly brutal, but I sort of enjoyed myself, more or less. I went in at one, did some prep for the new menu and joined Snoop around three or so. She was in a fairly decent mood until about five or six, and then some serious sand got up her butt about something. I think it had to do with her old lady, but who knows. I wouldn't even give it a second thought except she got Junior all bent out of shape talking trash under her breath the ways she does from time to time. He was already high strung about something, and we had a fairly involved discussion about the Tao Te Ching, Epictetus and the value of therapy.

And in any event, the night was rough enough without her sandy butthole and his nervous tension. We got rocked and slammed from about six until right up to closing time at 11. At one point, we had a 32 top walk in, made up of mostly teenagers. Plus, the Third Server screwed up left and right. That boy's squirrelly. I don't mind the business or work so much, but goddamn, that place gets tense awful quick. And I've got to go back in tomorrow and do it all over again. Hopefully, it'll be a typical Sunday and be slow, as I don't have a day off until Wednesday.

I still don't much care for this job, but it's as good as any other option right now. It wouldn't be so bad if the place ran a little smoother and my co-workers weren't such, to be blunt, children in their social interactions. It doesn't matter how much I have to do or how busy it is or even what I have to do, I'd rather do it alone. Maybe I'm spoiled from the five years down in the Basement, but I don't really like working with people.

I was kicking around the idea of doing a little writing tonight on the Other Blog on Bucky Fuller's "I seem to be a verb" quote and how I seem to not be much of nothing, but I'm all of the sudden exhausted. Furthermore, I'm not sure if I want to be having That Discussion again with the usual suspects. I really do think my nearest and dearest don't hear anything but a cry for attention when I go off about how useless to the universe I feel all the time. Hell, maybe they're right.

In any event, so much for all that.