I had an awesome day. Started early and by noon had chores done and dinner cooking in the stove. Work was insane tonight. I was talking with the owner tonight after we closed. Sales for this night were up fifty percent from this date last year.
I had a party of thirty with another server, a wedding rehearsal. We work well together and it went smooth as silk. The mother of the groom was paying and seemed very pleased. She let us add an 18% gratuity and kicked in a Franklin extra for us. NICE!
I had a couple of folks who were flat out crazy but at least they tipped well. Had one table of Europeans...Rut Row. There's nothing a server dreads more than hearing a European accent. Overseas, servers are considered professionals and make a much higher wage. On top of that most places there automatically add gratuity . The bill was $136.00 and they left me eleven bucks. Of course they did say I did an outstanding job and made their night. Compliments are great but hard to pay a mortgage with. At least they were pleasant peeps. It's worse when they are horrible guests AND don't tip. Made it up on the rehearsal dinner but didn't walk out of the restaurant until after midnight, feeling like I was coming down with the ancient Chinese disease, "Dragon Ass."
I've been really digging having two days in a row off each week. I can't remember the last time I did, it was probably when in my teens.
I've gotten my house so clean, can actually answer the door without peeking out the upstairs window first. The laundry stays caught up and little details usually neglected get done on a weekly basis. It's amazing how happy clean doors and baseboards can make you feel. My kitchen looks marvelous from the makeover my sister gave it and everyone in the house knows I'm a freak about keeping it spotless now.
I've been going room by room, detailing. Ceiling fans...used to just always keep them on so you couldn't see how filthy the blades were. Guess what? That's right, every one of them are clean now. I've been cleaning the junk drawer, in other words every drawer in the house. I've cleaned out closets and cleaned out under cabinets.
I even did my nails last night, something I haven't done in four months. I still haven't shaved my legs but the prickly hairs help my socks stay up. I think the last time I shaved them was when we moved Massey into her college dorm last August. I'm going to need a chain when I do.
I've scrubbed walls and toilets. I've cleaned light fixtures I forgot were clear. I've cleaned every window sill in my house and washed curtains that were most probably feeling extremely neglected, because they were.
I've pruned my out of control rose bush and the garage can now actually hold a car without having to walk sideways to the kitchen door. Pictures and bookshelves have been dusted and have even had the time to start reading again. I haven't read a book in three months and usually read one every week or so.
All three of my kids are gainfully employed and my two sons still living at home have started really helping us out, financially and physically. They have started cleaning brush from the back of our yard where woods at the back of our property are trying to take over and shrinking our yard every year.
They kick in for a bill when hear me lamenting about something being late or overdo. Massey got a job on campus and makes enough we don't have to send her spending money.
All in all it is, as The Beatles said "Getting better all the time."
Tim's still looking for full time work but thanks to the tipping gods, my family and kids are staying afloat and Momma can take two days off a week.
I could still work seven days a week and lose my sanity but it's not like those two extra days will solve all our problems and the relief I feel when Tuesday night's shift ends and know I have until Friday for myself is SO worth it, it's not even funny.
I've had horrible back problems for a few weeks but Tim has shown me how to stretch and feels much better. I just have to be consistent, do it every day and use the heating pad and ice pack alternatively. Another server (yes a young one) said "Don't you think going a chiropractor would help?"
I told her I was sure it would, but stretching every day is free and already own a heating pad AND icepack.
I think about my life at the age of almost fifty four. I'm officially past middle age unless I live to be a hundred and eight.
Talk about depressing!
You know what? If I die tomorrow, will have died a happy woman. I have a husband and kids who love me. I have fantastic sibs and a great job....AND I have two days off a week.
I have the whole Full Moon weekend to work and are usually major banking days.
Even if they aren't, feel so frisky and well rested I really don't even worry about it anymore.
Que Sera, Sera.
What will be will be.
Til next time...COTTON
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