Let me precede this with a note that I love mothers. And don't hate Mother's Day. Just this day, which happens to be from hell.
I am currently on the ferry going to work. I believe the end of this blog will take place after work.
Last night was a long night. I don't usually work more than 5 hours at a time at Bonefish, but last night it was Mother's Day Eve, so everyone and their mom was out eating dinner. I had an ungodly amount of work to do in a short amount of time. And Matt made it so no one could leave til everything was done. I don't mind the hours, and quite honestly don't mind the doing work part, but the making salads part is just not going well. My ticket times were getting high, mostly from the onslaught of orders in such a short time. I used almost everything I had in stock at my station, restocked and used it all again. That's a lot of tickers. Got a Creme Brule to go. I hate crème Brule to go. It came in and Matt said, “Do you know how to make a Cremem Brule to go?” to which I answered yes, and he said, “Good, cause I don't. Make it, and I'll handle these salads” Matt and I are similar, very similar. And he's kinda crazy. Told me last night that his mother dropped him on his head when he was a baby. It was out of a moving vehicle. Actually, it was more like he jumped from a moving vehicle onto his head.
We moved some tables after we closed. Some pretty heavy junk there. Trying to make some more seating for Mother's Day. Opened at 11, I missing the 11 ferry by 2 cars, and it's projected to be the busiest day of the year. Needless to say, I don't look forward to it very much. It's not that I don't like mothers, it's just that I don't want to deal with mothers' lunches being possibly not correct. There are so many ways to honor a woman, and making her food is one of them. But I never get any one-on-one with any customers. I'm so used to making the food, and seeing them, or getting feedback from the people, eating it.
Theres a lot of wind on the boat today. Lately theres been a large amount of sea spray while on the ferry. Today is not exception. I am currently getting pelted with water from the front, even though I am not the first in line. I guess I should be glad I'm not on foot or a bike. Or in a convertible. Or one of those jeeps with no doors.
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So now, over 12 hours later, I am laying in bed and not the least bit of me is in a pain-free state. As Dave said, “We got our asses kicked tonight. Everyone was a zombie at 7:30” and we closed at 9:40. Not only was it the busiest freaking day of the year, I had to stay there from an hour passed open to close. In my opinion, that was a bad move on the part of the management. You see, I was pretty much dead by the time Fonzy got there, and then instead of being my replacement, he just helped for a little bit then went to do something else that Matt had for him. Basically, instead of being like any other Sunday, it was awful. I also tore my thumb nail off, which hurt(s) really bad.
I promised [an unmentionable person] that I would blog about him spilling a ton of chowder on the counter / floor. He tried to pour it from a pan into a big pot, and it wasn't a successful transfer.
We moved those giant tables again. I basically took down and moved the whole dining room bu myself. Then got some help from Jo, Fonzy and Z-dawg on the tables. Even Mommy got involved and moved ONE BAR STOOL. The whole place is kinda creepy when it's empty and almost resembles a dance club. And I'm trusting Dave when he says this only happens once a year..
