Tonight we are maybe a California Gorilla!

Are you ever checking somebody out, maybe at a bar or from across the street, and you enjoy it until you realize it's your Ex? Not based on personal experience or anything, these are the thoughts I have while I'm checking somebody out.

I had a restaurant nightmare last night and I beat it. Let me explain: We in the business have horrid dreams where the demands of the job are hopelessly exaggerated. I'm sure other professions translate accordingly into freak nightmares, but the restaurant ones are nasty. You keep getting sat, or drink tickets keep rolling in. There's no food to serve. There's no alcohol to pour. There's no one to help you and you're drowning in a sea of responsibilities. If you fail, what happens to you?

It's bad enough that the work weighs heavy on us when we're on the clock. It's worse that we can't even get a good night's sleep after a long shift. This is why we drink so much.

Anywho, I had a restaurant nightmare last night--the first I've had in a while, I should add--and I beat it. This doesn't happen. I was managing a great big restaurant that filled up with people almost immediately. They all had shows to get to. I sent the servers to work--poor girls were overwhelmed, and I didn't know what to do myself. And then, I realized that we wouldn't be able to get all of these people out in time for their show. So I told them this. Many of them left and I was able to trim the restaurant down to a manageable number of patrons, who were fed and got out in time.

Success! After that I had a series of other restaurant-related dreams where I was doing a lot of work. I want to leave work at work, dammit. My restaurant dreams have gotten obnoxious. I need to have a talk with me about this.