A Fun Night

This week has been an exhausting one. Between a series of early mornings Sunday through Wednesday, working until midnight at the bar Wednesday, a dentist's appointment Thursday, a major assignment due Thursday night, a break-down in communication among the group I was working with for said major assignment, and going from a Hungry Eye meeting (3:00) to the bar (5:00) and, after thinking I'd go home early, being told that Brandi wouldn't be in, thus I was the only one on the floor for a whole Friday night. Yay. Tomorrow I was supposed to be back at the bar at 6:00, thus another long night. Thank George that Julia had pity and offered to cover for me until 9:00 tomorrow.

Now, let me backtrack just a bit:
The Hungry Eye meeting today was a bit frustrating because people weren't staying on track and/or weren't paying attention and/or didn't remember the pieces we were trying to make decisions about. So, by the end of it, I kinda wanted to tell certain people to stop talking/grabbing the papers I was trying to keep sorted. Then I hop in my car and drive to the bar, can't find a good parking spot so I have to walk farther than I like, walk in, go to the bathroom to put on my work shirt, realize it's still in my car... All the while, I'm telling myself "Tonight will be a good night."

Tonight, Brandi's boyfriend was in a car accident and she went to the hospital instead of coming to the bar. Understandable. Doesn't mean I enjoyed being by myself for a whole Friday night. Tonight, there was a Rockies' game and everybody was intent on it, including when I was trying to check on them and they were ignoring me 'cause the game was more interesting. Then, a few more people wandered in and everybody crowded around the bar to see the TV and stood in my way.

I love it when people say "Oh, sorry, I'm in your way" and then they DON'T MOVE out of it. I also love it when the noise of the people + the music on the jukebox combine to create enough volume that I have to yell at my tables to make myself heard. I also love it when a guy stiffs me on the tip twice, then when it's almost closing time and I tell him and his buddy that I'm picking up drinks momentarily, he says "Oh, we'll be done in just a minute." See, it doesn't matter if he's done. I'm picking up drinks. Especially when I get stiffed on the tip. Twice. Alas, they lucked out and finished by the time I was done with chairs.

Tonight was supposed to be a good night. I mean, I often find I end the night in a better mood than I started it (a combination of many things, like being much closer to going home) but tonight I ended the night tired, impatient, and grouchy. Two positives, though: the night is [expletive] over and part of the extra money I made from doing the work of two people is going to go to something indulgenc-y. Something(s) from Bath & Body Works, I think. Yes, that sounds about right.