You know that feeling when you are so drained you feel as if someone has squeezed all the live energy out of you like a tube of toothpaste? It's not like I did a large amount of strenuous work tonight. We were actually pretty slow for the first 5 hours of my shift, besides a few deliveries. But I think my brain gets tired of trying to entertain itself. Boredom can be exhausting, apparently, as can drunk people. I feel like an old lady, but really? I mean come on, you're going to go into a restaurant, order your food, and then bury your face in it like a sleepy 2-year-old and leave most of it on the floor when you leave? It's just stupid. And a waste. Mildly entertaining at times, until you have to clean up after them. Most of the people I dealt with tonight couldn't even make words come out of their mouths, but rather mumbled and moaned their orders to me so I had to make up what they wanted myself. They didn't care...munchies are munchies. And I get that we're only open this late to cater to the after-bar crowd, so I should just accept it for what it is. BUT when you willingly bring yourself to a point of being completely unable to communicate with others or perform simple tasks like taking your credit card out of your wallet, getting paid to deal with you just isn't worth it...but maybe that's just me.
This was a negative post, but I feel that writing is therapeutic, and I do feel better now. I did make some mad tips, which is a plus about feeding the drunks. So there's that :) And now it's Friday! Happy Friday.
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