It's been kind of slow lately at work. I thought since the restaraunt is close to the mall and that Wal-Mart is right down the street we'd be extra busy with all the people getting refunds, exchanging gifts, and using their gift certificates, but no dice.
Normally, I'd welcoime the quietness and enjoy the silence, but inactivity is more wearying to me than running around like a lunatic. Then, when someone finally does
get seated at one of my tables I sish, I groan inside, I roll my eyes in back of my head, and I have to summon
the energy to go over to wait on them. If my section is packed
and I get a new table I'm just a big bundle of energy.
"Hi!!!!!", I practically shout in my enthusiasm, "My name is Jimmy, and I'll be your server!!!!!!!"
It's all about adreneline.
Decided to stop stressin' about New Year's. Whatever happens, happens. I'm staying local, but I'm defin'ly not going to The Hippo. They're charging $20 to get in there!
I've paid that much to get into The Limelight and The Roxy in NYC, but for The Hippo in Baltimore? Forget it.
Stopped in The Quest last night for "one quick cocktail" after work. While I was there someone played the entire Best of Queen CD on the jukebox.
. . . I see a little sillouetto of a man . . .
. . . We are the champions, my friend . . .
. . . We will, we will rock you (thump-thump-CLAP!) . . .
. . . All we hear is radio ga-ga . . .
. . . Another one bites the dust . . .
After about 5 songs or so, I was getting a little tired of Queen.
"Did someone play the whole fuggin' CD?!" I exclaimed in disgust after the 8th song played.
The answer, unfortunately, was yes.