Category: Beloved Co-workers
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What My Boss Doesn’t Know
That he didn’t make me feel utterly incompetent by my having to call him 22,000 times tonight. That I actually had a pretty good sense of how to handle tonight, but since it was my first such horrific experience in this restaurant, I had to call him 22,000 times. That it wasn’t the substance of…
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Damn Fine Chaos
“Chaos surrounds you, doesn’t it?” asked my new best gal pal, Upset Waitress as we slurped mimosas at 8 a.m. and she served RG Son and I gigantic plates of the best breakfast stuff in the world. “You mean like a hurricane of crap always swirling around me as I serenely continue on my way,…
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Peafowl Party
A peacock and his girl showed up at my restaurant today. They walked right up to the glass doors and looked in, their beaks tapping ever so slightly on the glass as they wondered why they could walk no further into the clear future. He was quite beautiful with his blue feathers, a sight to…
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Sunday that Should Have Sucked
Sundays usually suck. They begin early and always end late. Always. Because I work Sunday nights, I know this first-hand. Sunday night is the dues-paying night. We are the newbies on the floor, the rookies working the door. We are the fill-ins because my poor GM just needs a night off. I am fine with…
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Eight Peacocks Marching
Make that four peacocks and four peahens, but they were very definitely marching down the middle of a busy road that defines one boundary of my eclectic neighborhood. In my neighborhood, I have seen every breed of dog, every color of feral cat, and every type of person wearing all manner of dress. In my…
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April Fool
I live in limbo every single day. To stay here, or should I go? To live forever here, or should I only live here the length of my year-long lease? To reclaim my D.C. life, or should I embrace my Florida license plates as permanent? To be single, or should I remember that I am…
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Welcoming the Madness
Sometimes, a little madness is a good thing. In my case, madness and my incredibly well thought-out brackets (of course Kansas will win it all!) are bringing back some fun. Also in my case, I have dragged my coworker (“Colleges are playing football still?”) and our chef (“You want me to make you an Easter…
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What If?
“Can you imagine if we worked together every day?” asked one of the managers. It was an odd confluence of schedules that brought together the daytime manager, me, and the GM of one of the others in our group of eateries. On any other day, we might never have crossed each other’s paths, much less…
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Off the Schedule
Quick: How do you get a slovenly, lazy, pain-in-the-ass restaurant employee to move on without having to fire him/her? Slowly or not so slowly reduce their days on the schedule. Sit back, wait a few weeks, and voila–bye bye! No pain, no harm, no foul. Thus, I was somewhat shocked when I found my schedule…
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Baby on My Shoulder
When you hold a baby over your shoulder, your shoulder aches. Even a 10-pound, 7-week-old baby is heavy, when you hold her over your shoulder. When you hold a baby over your shoulder, you are instantly transported back 19 years to the last time you held a baby of your own over your shoulder, and…