I'm bracing for a long day of work. I am working a double and as much as I am thankful for the work, I am not looking forward to a long day of serving. Especially when I normally have Tuesday nights off. Tonight is special as there is a large party which pretty much ensured that every single server is required to work. My friend, Lisa, is in town and I had made plans to join her and some of her supplier friends for dinner. I was looking forward to spending time with them. I miss Lisa. In Phoenix, I spent quite a bit of time at her house, drinking wine and lounging by the pool. She is a good friend and I miss spending time with her. So, I was looking forward to having dinner, this evening, with her and her friends. I didn't ask off as I had not been scheduled on a Tuesday night shift for the last month. I didn't think it would be an issue. I didn't take into account the possibility of a large party. Damn!
Then, I scrambled to barter with any available server. The one guy, Joshua, works at another restaurant. I knew it would be a tough sell for him to give up his lucrative shift for a party shift for me. Still, I tried. It was a lame effort. I knew, going in, that he would not work for me so that I could go to dinner with my friends. The other available guy is an older gentleman who strictly works days. He will work nights if completely necessary. I thought, maybe, I would be able to convince him to work for me. I didn't factor in that, he, too, had other sources of employment. He does caterings for one of his neighbors. My options were diminished and so I chose to inform Lisa that I would not be joining her for dinner. She was like--okay, no problem. I suppose I was disappointed at her reaction. I miss my friends and was bummed that I would lose the opportunity at a night to be normal. I mean, Lisa knows me. Knows that I get silly after a few glasses of wine. Last week, while in ABQ at the wine dinner, I definitely hit my wall right as the meal ended. I walked back to my hotel and the next day, Lisa, commented on it. Not in a negative way but in a knowing way. I haven't established that with anyone in SF yet and so I looked forward to having a nice meal with friends that know me.
I went running to start my day. Of course, I hit snooze, several times, before actually making it out the door. I cursed the fact that I had not yet bought gum. It is a psychological thing. I feel that I will enjoy my run better if I have gum to chew. Silly, but a true thing in my flirtation with running. I need gum!
It was a beautiful morning and I feel better going. Although it will be a long day of work, I am happy. Happy to be here, happy to have went running and happy to maybe see my friend later. Life is grand and I feel fantastic~