Life in West Virginia: RETURNING TO WORK -

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

RETURNING TO WORK - - -AND OTHER STUFF

I am finally going back to work part-time. I am working for my Best Friend, Brenda and her husband, also my friend, Greg. I introduced them back in '91 and they hooked up finally at a swim party at my Mom and Dad's house when my parent's were vacationing. As a matter of fact, it was the same night that Joey took his first steps, walking from Brenda to me. Anyhow, the name of the place is Brandon's (their son) and I worked there previously, before they owned it (it was the Back Porch Grille), as a part-time job for extra money when Dad was still alive and I was working for him full-time. I also worked for them off and on part-time until I injured my back. Anyhow, last night was my first night back to work and all hell broke loose when they got into a fight and she left. After having no tables all night, I get three tables all at once . . . one group of 10, one of 6 and one of 3 and then 2 people came and sat at the bar and ate when I had only the 6 people left. Mind you, its just me and Greg and he is cooking. If you have waited tables, you know what I am talking about.

If you never have waited on tables, imagine 25 people coming to your house all at once . . . everyone wants a different drink, including beer and wine, everyone wants something different to eat and the stuff to eat is in 4 different places that you have to take to your cook and you don't know where everything is at, as it is your first day back. Then, after that, they all want refills already. And then you have to take the before dinner stuff out . . . salads, apple sauce and cottage cheese. Kid spills drink on carpet, another refill + clean up. Oh, can we have straws?? The kids would like to make a mess with the wrappers! Then the food comes out and you have to take it out, you have a system so you know who gets what dinners, but guess what?!?! They changed seats at the table of 10, so now you look like a dumbass. You ask one kid (he was probably 10 or 11) THREE times if he had ordered the pizza and he just looks at it. Doesn't answer, doesn't look at you, nothing. "Honey, you ordered the pizza, right??!?!?!" (this is in your nice voice) "Honey, is this yours?!?!?" (still nice voice) then (RAISING MY VOICE SO MAYBE HIS MOM WILL MAKE HIM ANSWER) "HONEY, DID YOU ORDER PIZZA???? Finally his Mom says "Answer her!" The kid still says nothing. ARRRRRGH. You only have 4 other orders to bring out, sitting in the window getting cold. Then, there are the desserts . . . you don't even want to know . . . .I don't do desserts. There was a bunch of other irritating waitress things (things that customers do that is irritating to waitresses, like asking if anyone needs anything, returning with the item, then having them ask for something else, returning with item, REPEAT)

Well, we made it through eventually, with Greg even coming around a little, with me giving him hell for just B-S that these people are doing.

So, as for Brenda and Greg, they are on the edge. I don't know what will happen. Neither one of them seems happy but there is nothing I can do to fix it. I have offered advice, like not being together 24/7. They live together and work together. They have done this for over 3 years. I don't know why one of them is not dead and the other in jail.

I went to my house Sunday, although it was raining and weeded my flower bed, from the center to the left end of the porch. I can sit on the porch edge and weed it without getting too wet. It was full of crab-grass, amongst other weeds and well, if you don't get every single little piece out, it comes back up. So this is tedious work but I finished it in about 5 hours and planted 3 of the petunias that I had bought at discount at Lowe's earlier last week and saved a viola (johnny jump-up) that had come back from last year and mulched it all. I also put some impatiens (also purchased on clearance) in hanging baskets and hung on the gazebo (really a shelter attached to the porch, that was built on top of the cellar which was under my grandparents' smokehouse, but Dad always called it a gazebo).

As for my job situtation, it is up-in-the-air as to what hours and what days I am going to work, so I don't know how much I will be able to blog, although I will try to as frequently as I do now . . . but maybe it won't be as "windy" . . . LMAO

I have another post still in draft because it is has such a complicated background story, that I haven't finished the background part of it to get to the whole point of my story . . . plus I want to take a picture of Holbert Hill to add some perspective to the story as that is where the story starts . . .