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Aug. 11th, 2004 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xiphiasMy feet hurt. Work was very slow yesterday, and most of today (and those are the only days I'm working this week.)
I'm grateful that, at 9:45 Monday night, Alex mentioned to me that the Grill Bar closed at 10 in the summer, since I hadn't known that. He was wondering why I hadn't started cleaning up. . . it closes at midnight during the year. I was working the 4-10 shift, which I'd thought was a 4-midnight shift, but it wasn't.
Earlier in the day, I'd filled out applications at three bars that had advertised in the Sunday Globe, and I don't feel particularly optimistic about any of them, although I can't put a finger on why. But I'd made a particularly stupid decision on the order to go to the jobs, and walked more than I really had to.
See, the applications were for a place right near the Boston Athanaeum (right near the State House), at the Park Plaza, on Boylston near Mass Ave, and I work on Comm Ave near Mass Ave. Now, those points come pretty close to lining up in that order -- if you walk from Emmet's, to the Park Plaza, to the Pour House, to the Harvard Club, you're not backtracking at all, and aren't really going out of your way too much. And that whole trip, with all those stops, isn't much over two miles.
Naturally, of course, I took the Green Line to Arlington, and visited the sites in the following order: Park Plaza, hang out at the Boston Public Library, Emmet's, Pour House, Harvard Club.
Now, that's not, technically, THE least efficient route to take, but it does mean that I walked probably closer to four miles than two. Maybe a bit over. And then I did a six-hour shift on my feet.
Nothing terribly interesting happened on that shift.
Today, I worked from 10:30 to 6. It's usually a 10:30 to 4 shift, but Josh, who took the night shift, has a summer interning gig somewhere downtown where he's doing something where you have to wear a tie and work until 5:30 -- I think it probably involves finance or something like that -- so can't come in until 6ish. And the day was on the slow side until 5.
When the place went nuts.
I didn't leave until 6:30, because I wanted to stick around to make sure that everything was reasonably stable and running well -- I helped clear some dishes, get some extra glasses, simple stuff like that, for about a half hour after Josh was behind the bar.
My feet still hurt.
Nuthin' else really going on. Fairly boring.
Oh, my sister's in town for a week. I haven't seen her yet, but I should.
I'm grateful that, at 9:45 Monday night, Alex mentioned to me that the Grill Bar closed at 10 in the summer, since I hadn't known that. He was wondering why I hadn't started cleaning up. . . it closes at midnight during the year. I was working the 4-10 shift, which I'd thought was a 4-midnight shift, but it wasn't.
Earlier in the day, I'd filled out applications at three bars that had advertised in the Sunday Globe, and I don't feel particularly optimistic about any of them, although I can't put a finger on why. But I'd made a particularly stupid decision on the order to go to the jobs, and walked more than I really had to.
See, the applications were for a place right near the Boston Athanaeum (right near the State House), at the Park Plaza, on Boylston near Mass Ave, and I work on Comm Ave near Mass Ave. Now, those points come pretty close to lining up in that order -- if you walk from Emmet's, to the Park Plaza, to the Pour House, to the Harvard Club, you're not backtracking at all, and aren't really going out of your way too much. And that whole trip, with all those stops, isn't much over two miles.
Naturally, of course, I took the Green Line to Arlington, and visited the sites in the following order: Park Plaza, hang out at the Boston Public Library, Emmet's, Pour House, Harvard Club.
Now, that's not, technically, THE least efficient route to take, but it does mean that I walked probably closer to four miles than two. Maybe a bit over. And then I did a six-hour shift on my feet.
Nothing terribly interesting happened on that shift.
Today, I worked from 10:30 to 6. It's usually a 10:30 to 4 shift, but Josh, who took the night shift, has a summer interning gig somewhere downtown where he's doing something where you have to wear a tie and work until 5:30 -- I think it probably involves finance or something like that -- so can't come in until 6ish. And the day was on the slow side until 5.
When the place went nuts.
I didn't leave until 6:30, because I wanted to stick around to make sure that everything was reasonably stable and running well -- I helped clear some dishes, get some extra glasses, simple stuff like that, for about a half hour after Josh was behind the bar.
My feet still hurt.
Nuthin' else really going on. Fairly boring.
Oh, my sister's in town for a week. I haven't seen her yet, but I should.