I just had a dream that one of my posts mentioned soccer being uber boring and a soccer coach came into my work and yelled at me because one of her girls quit the team because of it.

I love my job.  LOVE my job.  I’m nervous about tonight because my only role is to run plates and I get confused when things go quickly.  To be honest I hope we don’t have a ton of tables.  I don’t want to fuck up.  I know the seat numbers and I’m doing well but the one thing I lack is grace and coordination and I just need to remember to take a minute and step back to think of the section the plates are going to.  I actually had a dream about that too.

I need to put curtains in my bedroom.  I was so used to waking up at seven my blinds were enough but now that I’m sleeping in until noon (pause so you can be jealous) my room’s too bright.  It’s partially beneficial because I’m waking up to pee between 8-10 and I have my crazy pills bedside so I’m remembering to take them.  The nighttime dose is the one I have to absolutely have a reminder for.

I met some really interesting people yesterday.  I told them I blogged and they gave me blog fodder.  First off I was told to ask the Brit’s to name the beer you call the “Wife beater”.  I did on Facebook and Twitter and some did – Stella Artois.  That’s some funny shit.  It’ll help me remember that beer from now on!

The guy at the table told us a story about his ten year old son.  The boy asked what the point of the little bumps around the nipples were and his father said it was braille for “This way up”.  He said his son was not only satisfied with the answer but now believes he can read braille.  I’m wondering how that one will go over in high school.  That same son also declared that he is officially an adult because he “has public hairs” after throwing some kind of fit.  His father told him he can take himself upstairs to his room for a fifteen minute time out to count them but then realized his kid might misbehave some more if he enjoys that act a bit too much.

The classic story that had me laughing was when the girl there told me about a date she went on.  She met a guy from Match.com and he had come in from out of town.  They started off at a bar where he decided to attempt to show off by constantly balling up napkins to throw over the bar into the trash can.  Problem was he missed every time.  The other problem was that he wouldn’t stop trying.  From there they went out for sushi and then dancing.  She said it was reminiscent of the way the tranny from “Silence Of The Lambs” danced and she had NO idea how to dance with (or anywhere near) him.

Following that lovely evening he drove her back to his car and asked if she’d like a night cap.  After a polite “no” he got offended and said (I shit you not here) – “Had I known you weren’t planning on spending the night I wouldn’t have gotten a room at the Comfort Inn”.

Sha-zam!  She missed out on in-room coffee and a Continental breakfast!  I told her she should have asked if the creamer was liquid or powder and have based her reply on that but she said she was too dumbfounded to even reply.  She had he foot to the floor before he got out of the car.

Gotta love online dating services.

I officially have two regulars now and last night was my first night alone (ish).  I need to make sure I thoroughly check the tables as I pass because I guess I didn’t notice an empty glass when I asked if everything was okay but I’m being great with the guests and I’m writing and repeating everything.  I have four more tests to take that I’m about to study for (all bar shit, I need to study fo-sho, I don’t know my lagers) and I have two more 6-2am days before I get some time off.  I worked over 50 hours this week so I’m a bit on the tired side but from what I understand I’ll be working anywhere from 25-35 hours so it should seem like cake after this week.  Tomorrow I’m working with a great gal who knows her shit and I’m a tad nervous about what she’ll do to me.  Every trainer is completely different and I’m finding my own style but I have to also make sure I remember theirs when I’m being watched.

Okay, off I go!  Here’s hoping I don’t drop plates tonight!  Whee!!!

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