Well, I am feeling much better and wittier than ever. When I tried to blog last week I was putting myself to sleep. All I did was sleep, and watch television. Again, the house looks like a bachelor pad, but Mike did help by doing some laundry and a couple loads of dishes. (We had a lot of bowls backed up because I was eating so much soup.)
And so today, I returned to my favorite pizzeria across the street. There are usually 3 server assistants (SA's) on the weekend because it gets so busy. Lucky for me, one girl called in sick and the other blew a tire on her way to work. I was alone to man the door AND the floor. It was quite a chaotic night. First, they keep telling me," just keep an eye on everything. That's how you will know what to do." That is the least helpful criticism I have ever received. Instead, I end up running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to complete all the jobs that I see unfinished.
Today I got in trouble while I was attempting to communicate with my manager across the restaurant. Now bear with me, this has a point. There is a system that we use so that one SA on the floor can tell the SA at the door that a table is bussed and set for the necessary amount of people. So, I was trying to find out from my manager how many people needed to be seated at a specific table. I kept holding up 2 fingers, then 3, then 2 again. She finally acknowledged me by slicing her hand across her throat in a very aggressive motion. I knew I was in for a talking to. Manager came over almost immediately to inform me that when she is speaking with a customer I am not to interrupt her. Yikes!
Another thing I have noticed is that there are cliques in the restaurant industry. If you have future plans to leave the wait staff and do not wish to serve the minions for the rest of you life, you are not in the clique. There is one girl, whom I call the Bully, who ignores me and blatantly invites all the servers to do special things with her. "Hey! You guys want to get a pizza?" "Hey guys, let's go out tonight!" I am never invited on these outings, nor am I allowed to eat their pizza. No one even cared to ask what sort of pizza I like. That's fine, I got my salad and went home.
That's enough about silly work. Obviously I am still trying to look for a 9-5 salaried job, but something else fun occurred this weekend. Mike and I celebrated our 6 year dating anniversary. Here is one positive about St. Louis. People do not freak out when they hear that you have been with your significant other for more than half a decade. I have heard more people tell me they dated their now husband for 7, 8, or 9 years before they got married. While that is not the path that I am willing to take, it does make me feel better!
Saturday afternoon I didn't have to work and we got up to walk around and scavenge some lunch. We were not aware that the St. Louis Art Fair was going on down the street (seriously) but that ended up being perfect. We walked around there and got some food. We got some good people watching in too. Picture this - an at least 70 year old man, walking around in jean shorts, a denim button down, a Hermes type scarf and black HIGH HEELS!! I could not believe it. I was pretty impressed with how well he was walking in them and kept asking Mike how in the world he could have found shoes his size. Mike was in shock and and had no answers to my flying questions.
We had dinner reservations at a French restaurant that sits on the rooftop of a building. It was a gorgeous night and we got free champagne because of our anniversary! After dinner, Mike decided he wanted to go to the casino. It was right across the street so we headed over there. While I was in the bathroom texting (sorry friends) Mike was buying the tickets or whatever is required to enter the doors of the gaming industry. When I came out, we got in line. I quietly whispered that I didn't have my ID with me. Oops. Rookie mistake.Before we left for dinner, I packed a little clutch, and as we were running late, I forgot my ID and credit card. I tried to sweet talk the lady into letting me in, but she was not interested in my excuses, or the fact that I am well over the legal gambling age.
So, we headed home. We had a wonderful night. It is always so fun to spend some quality time together - especially now that I am working hours that none of the rest of the world works. Hope y'all had a fabulous weekend!!!
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