So I work in food service. Christmas season is one of those times when I both love and hate my job. Tips are awesome. People are crappy. And by people I don't just mean the ones who are supposed to give me tips. Today was the second time in two weeks when I've gone in to work from 11 - 4 as a bartender only to find that one too many people have called out "sick" and I have to serve tables in the cafe until 4:30 instead. And THEN do the bartender shift-change duties. So just because I don't go out and get trashed on Friday night, I get stuck at the OG until 5:30 on Saturday. I don't know who to be more irritated with -- the servers who call out or the managers who can't seem to get enough people scheduled. At some point, I just don't believe the money is worth it.
Oh, and today once I finally finished with my tables and went to stock the coolers, I was greeted with the lovely surprise of a huge puddle of ice cream base. 2 cartons worth. I think by the time I got it all cleaned up I was wearing half of it. Fun times, indeed.
On a better note, we just hung lights on our porch and the little evergreen by our mailbox. Our house looks all festive. I think this is the first time I've ever had lights on any house I've lived in. We always just put our Christmas tree in the window where it was visible from the street.
Well, that's quite enough time-killing for now. Back to work on the Diaperbag That Ate Manhattan.
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