Those Were The Days My Friend…

Heavens to murgtroid, it’s amazing. What is? Oh just the fact that I’ve written 3 posts in the last few days.

I know it’s crazy, it must have something to do with the light I can see at the end of the tunnel.

Tonight was my going away dinner with my fellow managers and it was a lot of fun. We talked about issues and had a few laughs remembering our favorite stories. It’s really kind of bittersweeet, definitely more sweet than bitter, but bittersweet all the same.

It was fun to go back in time and remeber all the good times I’ve had over the last 15 years.

There were some really good times such as on all the openings I did as an hourly for this restaurant. Oh my, they were so much fun back in the good old days. Sharing a room with someone you just met, staying up all night drinking and playing games. We used to hang out all night and get up to work after three hours of sleep and do it all over again the next day, and this went on for two weeks. Sure, we were exhausted but we had fun.

I am glad though, that it’s almost over. 3 shifts and counting.

Short Timers

I have a serious case of short timers syndrome. My last day as a manager is Saturday, the 24 of January. That’s next Saturday! I’m so excited. I am so tired of dealing with crappy workers and rude guests.

I had a guest last night that refused to pay for her steak because;  her medium rare steak wasn’t charred on the outside, called her server a bitch becuase she got her drink wrong, (she was a mumbler and even I couldn’t understand what she ws saying). The two men at the table kept apologizing for her behavior. It was awesome.

It was alo a treat for me to call the sheriffs department to come to the restaurant, because we have a transient that comes into the restaurant everynight and goes to sleep in a booth. I told him he couldn’t sleep there but he pretended to be asleep and not hear me.  He was in the foyer for 3 hours, sleeping.

I had an employee that had 4 different tables complain about her, in a row. I had to discipline her with documentation and a good talking to. She didn’t care and just said she had a bad night. Really, WTF?

I don’t understand that mentality and don’t want to deal with it any longer. I’m going to stay home, do my blogging and do my darndest to make sure my kids aren’t miserable brats when they grow up.

I am going to stay on and bar tend one day a week, just for the social aspect oft he job.  The lure of the extra cash that I can bring home every week is hard to resist. It should be interesting to see how all the hourlies act when I become one of them. It’s like coming back from the dark-side.

My point? My dedication at work right now is very suspect. My attitude is very “let’s have fun at work”, which is normal, but now it’s definitely “on”.

I’m tired of being in charge, I just want to do my job and go home now. I want to be with my kids and be an active part of their lives.

Nobody Walks in L.A.

Do you remember that song? My husband had never heard of it until I looked it up on itunes for him.

My friend Heather and I have been going on walks every weekday for three weeks now and my tushy hurts. Our walks have grown from just a walk up the street to serious forays into the dessert. We take two of my dogs so they can roam free and boy do they have fun.

We both are trying to lose weight and feel better about ourselves. We’re almost to 21 days, which is what it takes to form a habit so maybe we’ll stick to it.

I’m not really an open person but I’ve really had some good conversations with her about everything you could possibly think of. I think that I may have found a new friend.

Yay! for me. I don’t make friends very easily because I’m such a biznitch but she is too so it’s okay.

Singing with the Boys

My new favorite thing to do is teach the boys songs that I feel they should appreciate. Songs like: American Pie, Thank God I’m A Country Boy, and others like that. The songs are either classics or some from my childhood that were near and dear to my heart.

My dad had Don McLean’s greatest hits and my sister and I could sing American Pie forwards and backwards. My dad and I used to sing John Denver’s Looking for Space at the top of our lungs in the car. It was the best time, I will treasure those moments always.

I want my kids to have those kind of memories. The yelling and dancing in the backseat, genuinely having a great time together.  We have a special song that we boogie to, it’s called “E” extended version. It’s a little mix of techno and dance. The boys are allowed to scream as loud as they can, it’s a big hit.

Atticus sometimes asks to hear “Puff the Magic Dragon”, I think it’s because he knows it will make me cry.