The cards and stars simply didn't align in my favor... what a bummer. I struck out two days in a row.
At least left both nights with more money than I'd walked in with and got off earlier than usual but still kinda bummed me out.
I got off way early last night with way too little cash but at least got to blog, watch Netflix and stay up way too late.
I woke up on the couch this morning around eight, surrounded by dogs as my blanket.
My body suffers from Waiter's Syndrome.
After almost forty years of toting and slinging plates from the same hand, arm and side of my tiny body am all jacked up like I've been watching the shower scene in Pyscho for the first time, over and over again.
The left side of me is great...the right side sucks like an F4 tornado on the ground in Kansas. Sometimes (most always) feel wound up tighter than a Top.
Dang...do they even make Tops anymore...and how old am I?
Tim was pleasantly pleased I'd crashed on the couch and let him sleep through the night without being on the computer all night in our bedroom.
He got up and cooked breakfast for Massey and me.
I got breakfast served to me in bed, after moving there around nine AM and bonus points, complained so much about how my right shoulder and back hurt that Tim rubbed my back, shoulder and forearm.
(waitresses, never forget that forearm. (Tim taught me that)
It's all connected.
|for pain: in the elbow, arm, wrist, and hand||related to: carpal tunnel syndrome, tennis elbow (lateral epicondylitis), golfer’s elbow (medial epicondylitis), thoracic outlet syndrome, and several more||muscle(s): extensor muscles of the forearm, mobile wad (brachioradialis, extensor carpi radialis longus and brevis), extensor digitorum, extensor carpi ulnaris |
I'll have to give it to Ole Jed... the man knows how to make a stove up ole waitress happy.
Yep, he tried to rub so hard I'd say "Stop, that hurts!"
It was almost better than sex. (not kidding...way better than sex)
I endured the pain and the results were phenomenal.
My sinuses drained, my right side went numb for a bit but went into work feeling better than I have in literally months.
My next guilty pleasure will be a professional massage.
Every (lifer) server needs one.
Til next time...a very contented Cotton (for now)