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Tonight at work was easy
Feb. 14th, 2004 02:37 amI was able to close up the bar and head out at 9:30, which meant I could get to Boskone in time to hang out at the con suite and play a card game or two in the gaming room.
I think I made a grand total of 13 drinks all shift. (And it says something about my habit of having low-probability events happen that I had to dig TWO rarely-used bottles out in order to make those thirteen drinks. . . and, in one case, I had to enter it into the computer as an "open item", because it's served so rarely that it doesn't even have an entry in the computer database.)
Anthony, the matre-d', came over and was talking about how completely dead it was -- they had about thirty people there all night. But he said it would be crazy the NEXT night; they had a hundred reservations. I asked why, and he looked at me kind of funny. "Valentine's Day."
"Oh," I said. "Right."
I'm not working in the Commenwealth Lounge, making drinks for the Boston Room tomorrow. I'm in the Grill Bar.
This may be . . . fun.
See, Palmer just quit, because she decided that she couldn't handle a job and the amount of schoolwork she has now. And John just got out of the hospital -- it's his liver. If he quits drinking now, he will make a full recovery. Eventually.
I think the waitstaff are going to be Alex, Sarah, and Margaret, plus me. Which should be . . . possible. They're probably the three best waitstaff there. I mean, John, Samantha, and Margaret are probably all on about a par. But Alex and Sarah are really, really good. And, while Louis is clearly a better bartender than I am, I work better with the waitstaff than he does, so it's probably about as good a team as you could hope for.
But it's going to be Valentine's Day.
Okay. I just want to say: I've heard people griping about Valentine's Day for a long time. About how, either, they're not in a relationship, and it's so sad, or they ARE in a relationship, and V-Day creates all these obligations that aren't realistic, or how it's so commercialized. . .
I am hereby declaring that restaurant staff, and probably hotel staff too, get dibs on complaining about Valentine's Day.
I think I made a grand total of 13 drinks all shift. (And it says something about my habit of having low-probability events happen that I had to dig TWO rarely-used bottles out in order to make those thirteen drinks. . . and, in one case, I had to enter it into the computer as an "open item", because it's served so rarely that it doesn't even have an entry in the computer database.)
Anthony, the matre-d', came over and was talking about how completely dead it was -- they had about thirty people there all night. But he said it would be crazy the NEXT night; they had a hundred reservations. I asked why, and he looked at me kind of funny. "Valentine's Day."
"Oh," I said. "Right."
I'm not working in the Commenwealth Lounge, making drinks for the Boston Room tomorrow. I'm in the Grill Bar.
This may be . . . fun.
See, Palmer just quit, because she decided that she couldn't handle a job and the amount of schoolwork she has now. And John just got out of the hospital -- it's his liver. If he quits drinking now, he will make a full recovery. Eventually.
I think the waitstaff are going to be Alex, Sarah, and Margaret, plus me. Which should be . . . possible. They're probably the three best waitstaff there. I mean, John, Samantha, and Margaret are probably all on about a par. But Alex and Sarah are really, really good. And, while Louis is clearly a better bartender than I am, I work better with the waitstaff than he does, so it's probably about as good a team as you could hope for.
But it's going to be Valentine's Day.
Okay. I just want to say: I've heard people griping about Valentine's Day for a long time. About how, either, they're not in a relationship, and it's so sad, or they ARE in a relationship, and V-Day creates all these obligations that aren't realistic, or how it's so commercialized. . .
I am hereby declaring that restaurant staff, and probably hotel staff too, get dibs on complaining about Valentine's Day.