The past week has been a blur of finals, roommate move-outs, and so much arduous work I have literally begun to lose my mind. A few days ago I chased a stray cat around my neighborhood for over five minutes because I thought it was mine. I was running, doing lame little cat calls, and generally spazing out while MY cat sat comfortably inside. Then today I had to come in early at 9:00 (scoff if you want, but for a server who usually works nights 9 am to start a shift is as close to evil as I care to get), and it being Easter we were very busy and I ended up working 11 straight hours. I was able to sit down for about 8 minutes and eat half a pasta, then when I returned to finish it I found that it had been thrown away. Such traitorous deeds… By the end of the nightmare I went to leave and couldn’t find my coat. I had been there so long that I had no recollection of where I left it. Did somebody move my coat? Did somebody steal my coat? Did I even bring a coat? Who am I? And why do I smell faintly of Parmesan cheese? After a solid five minutes of freaking out and running from coat rack to coat rack I realize that I didn’t even bring it inside, that was my shift YESTERDAY where I left the building a mere 8 1/2 hours before my untriumphant return to it this morning. So essentially the moral of my story (… is this even a story??…) is that I’m cracking up. My job has officially made me lose it and I can’t wait to start bartendening, if only for a tighter grip on my sanity and not smelling faintly of Parmesan cheese all the time.
earlier today i was longing for the simplicity of server life. thank you for snapping me back to reality Lia. thank you.
At least Parmesan cheese is a better smell than bean paste. I went through high school smelling like a giant burrito.
Suckers. If I smell like anything, its chocolate. And lia, I don’t think the world can handle a crazier version of you. lets hope the insanity ends soon.