My Ass

I pretty much went through the first part of the day very sleepy. We've all been busting our ass at work. This leads to waking up sore and sporting dark circles under one's eyes. Until of course you can get acclimated to such physical labor every day. It's amazing what the human body can get used to. Anyway, my point is that I was kind of glad I was hostessing. Yes, the money is less but I would get a chance to rest and not run around like a crazy person. I got to hostess for about 2 hours. The restaurant was completely full at 5:30 (we open at 4) and the wait time was about 30 minutes. My boss comes rushing up to the stand and asks, "Did you bring your apron?" Funnily enough, I did because I keep my time card in my apron. She told me that she was going to hostess because we needed to use extra tables and to get my ass to serving. She didn't actually say 'ass' though. (Catching a theme here? Wait for the big finish)

The really sucky thing about going into 'serving' when there is a long waiting list, you get triple sat because they want to fill up all of the open tables. But, I managed, and with a laugh. I was appreciative for the opportunity to make more money. Besides, if you explain to the tables that they just need to chill because the place is obviously busy, they don't have a problem waiting for the most part. (Always exceptions though).

Okay, so everyone leaves and I have cash in my pocket. I get 'payed out' and grab my back back to head on out. Totally fall and bust my ass going down the three stairs from the bar. No body saw it happen but they heard it because I was very vocal. I was up by the time anyone got there. Tried to play it all tough when in reality I totally got the breath knocked out of me. It felt like I broke my tail bone, but I wobbled out to the car like a pregnant lady and could sit down just fine. Guess I just bruised something. I bet it's going to kill me tomorrow though. 

Oh yeah, here's the pic of the sunrise.