August 16, 2004
86 vodka.
ugh. what an awful day (and night).
i'm laying the blame on last night's vodka.
just say no to vodka.
i wanted to shoot myself all night at work. i think my tables (some of them) wanted me to shoot myself, too.
i was walking around in a serious daze wondering what it was i meant to be doing. often i would stop in the middle of the road and turn in circles, unsure of where to go next.
sometimes mariann helped:
"Credit card machine."
or:
"Dessert menus."
or such exchanges as this:
Mariann: "Table 97 is looking for you."
Me: "Table 97 was sat?"
Mariann: [walks away laughing]
Me: "How long have they been sitting there?!?"
and then there was the time i opened a white wine bottle for a table only to realize i forgot to bring them wine glasses. she said they'd just drink out of the bottle, but i figured she was just joshing.
it's time for me to eat and go to bed. ahora!
and good night.
blueavenue at 12:55 a.m.