Saturday

It sucked to have to have worked all day long yesterday. It was a beautiful day. I think we hit the low 80’s for a few hours. I worked from 9:30am till about 15min past midnight. I made a shit load of money though. I was in charge of the sidewalk area tables and so I was able to enjoy the good weather. I was given a much needed two hour break at around 5pm. What does one fucking do at 5pm in lower Manhattan on a break? Walk? Not, after close to 7 hours of running the restaurant floor marathon. I felt kind of brokeback about it but I got myself a pedicure and foot massage. Her name I can not remember, nor was I able to understand more then 5 percent of her attempts at English, but she gave one hell of a foot rub. They had these kick ass back massaging chairs with little whirlpools for your feet. I’ve decide that I want to get one for myself, along with the chair. lol

After somehow managing to spend the remaining hour and a half, I went back to work. It was total pandemonium for the waiters that night. I sympathized for the girls who had larger sections and parties then I. The kitchen was a total mess. Sara Jenkins, our new celebrity Head Chef must have intimidated the boys because their timing and food presentation sucked.

I was kind grumpy the whole night. I was hungry because I went on break during “family meal” time, which meant that all I got was a cold slice of pizza left over when I got back. By 9 o’ clock, my stomach was growling and I salivating to every plate of food I that I took to the tables. I munched on God knows how many tortilla chips when I got home. I considered the idea of going out to a bar or club. I think that the last time I went out in NY was around August of last year. It is incredible how feeble minded one can get at the wee hours when fatigue sets in.

I fell asleep, with my glasses on, the television on and half the lights in the apartment on. I did one of my wake-up-with-a-jolt maneuvers sometime near 7am, turned everything off, took a long piss and went back to bed.