Getting Called In

My normal 'waking up' time has become anywhere between 10 and 12:30. I kind of like it. Years of waking up for school and years of waking up at 5:30 for work has really made me enjoy my sleeping in time. So even though there are people out there who roll their eyes and say "oh, it must be nice" take heart....it is! I'm not taking it for granted one bit.

I had to run an errand today and just as we were pulling out of the neighborhood I get a call from work. It's 3:30 and they are asking if I can be there by 4. Absolutely! I need the money even though business has been slow. We turn around and I throw my shirt on and grab my cards then I'm out the door. 

It wasn't terrible this evening. Very slow until about 6ish. It astounds me how unobservant some of my coworkers are. I'm learning quick that you want everyone to be your friends. ESPECIALLY the hostess and the cooks. But everyone is important. There is a server I work with who doesn't even know the busboy's name. I can't pronounce it, but I know it! I don't call him boy. But, that's a common sense rant I don't think I need to make. I'll just revel in the fact that I got the most tables tonight and my food came out the fastest. 

Anyway, enough self congratulating for me this week. I had a table tonight saying they were leaving early because of the storm. One of the cooks thinks it's going to hit in Alabama/Miss./Louisiana - ish, but who's to say really? I hope that it doesn't. Keep an eye out. 

I look forward to this weekend and the company it's going to bring, storm be damned.