Saturday, February 26, 2011

Bag Break

I have recently noticed that this little chica has a massive problemo with shopping. Having new cardigans and shoes and anything else that I can find does a little damage to the bank account.... So, this shopping fiend is making an open committment to all here....
I am going to take a 2 week hiatus from my addiction of procuring... Now this may not seem like a long time, but to me, this goal seems near impossible. Yes. I am laughing at myself at how dumb this sounds.
Wish me luck...

Monday, February 14, 2011

"Love Today"

Today was.... yet another day at work. People for the last week have been asking what I was going to do for Valentine's Day; my answer each time being that Le Cheese is my valentine. I worked a total of 13.4 hours today, on the restaurant's busiest day of the year. I am absolutely exhausted... 
I started out the first part of my shift in the office on the phones. They never stopped.
I told hundreds of people that "Unfortunately, we are not taking any reservations for tonight... We are going to be seating all of our guests on a first come first serve basis."
In response... "But I have to take my girl out..." "Are you f*!^kidding... you're expecting a 2 hour wait? How are people supposed to celebrate?" ... Well... maybe if you hadn't have waited until 6 pm the day of your date.. maybe you could have found somewhere else to eat.
A few of my favorite calls from today were...
  • "We have a party of 16 adults and 14 children for tonight... What time do you have a reservation for us?"   Both of managers just laughed when I told them, neither wanting to talk to this woman with such a brilliant idea.
  • (At about 7pm... middle of the busiet part of our rush....) Guest: Um hi, I would like to plaec an order for a slice of cheesecake to pick up for next Saturday. Me: you're just looking to pick up one slice? Guest: yes. I know that you guys are busy... I want it ready for that night to pick up between 10:30 and 11:30..
    This HAS to be a joke... She wasn't entirely pleased with me saying that we have all of our cakes with ready to serve slices at all times and that she could just walk in next Saturday and get her dessert in less than 3 minutes from our bakery.... weird
At one point it got too busy out front for the front desk to handle... and I got pulled out to work around the front desk for a while... which ended up being for the next 5 hours... My feet are broken due to the fact that I wore my hot grey heels for my officing day... i still can't really feel my big toes.

Surprisingly enough... I did have fun today. I struggled in the sense, that I didn't rock the house with my dietary amazingness.. I don't really know what happened to reset my brain to equate work=old Stephanie... But... That sure is how this weekend went down...
Ze dietician is going to just love me on Wed.... I tried to calll and cancel today... But Timmy got in the way of that. Boo... Brat..

K. This post is way random and most likely extremely annoying.. So, I end here..



Saturday, February 12, 2011

Work Math

Remind me again, someone...oh PLEASE make me understand the seemingly,"World's Strongest Urge" to eat @ Le Cheese when we don't take resevervations.
Today/tonight's shift was the worst. Now it may seem that I say that every time that I have a rough shift... But this one may be some kind of list topper.
I started my desk shift at 11 this morning. This being Valentine's Weekend, lets just say the restaurant was a weee bit packed. 2 hour wait for 2 people... 4 and a half  hour wait for parties larger than 8. Does anyone know what this insanity equation looks like???
221 Names on the wait
+ lovey dovey weekend celebrations leading to sitting and stalling at tables for HOURS longer than it takes to eat
+ angry middle aged men trying to prove their masculinaty by demeaning the women at the host table, like we have complete control over which tables get up when allowing for the  perfect symmatry with table availiability and readiness of guest..
+ Having eating disordered guest Sister Sue come in and then falls over, passing out in the lobby.
Poor thing
+incessant shaking from my anxiety and vat sized amounts of Diet Coke
+6 Deskers....
=
One Crazy Mo-Fo Night...

Now It is 11 pm and I am beyond exhausted... Back to the grind again tomorrow

Ms. Lonely

Here's the picture.

Me...
Ativan and Ambien'd up... Sitting on my couch in my slippers and Victoria's Secret Pink sweats, watching Gilmore Girl reruns for the 398472309482473th time, patiently waiting for my anxiety to decrease, my laundry to be ready to put in the dryer and tiredness to come over me so that I can fall in to that glorious state of slumber that much of the world easily finds a place in.

me...sitting here... I'm sad...
Right now I am going through a big transition. I have been back a work for a month's worth of weekends now... and I have kept myself quite busy the whole time. I love it while I'm there. I am social, helpful, complimented on my attiture, appearance and uber amazing work ethic.... I run around a restaurant for hours helping hundreds of other people figure out exactly what they want....
For those moments. I am Stephanie... I am useful... I am personable...
I am happy.

Then... I come home...
I am by myself with the Lorelei's...
and I'm sad.

I don't know what I need to do differently in order to feel that sense of wholeness that I feel when I am around Timmy and people of Le Mansion... I have to become a normal functioning person in society again. I have bills and appointments and roommates and dishes and laundry to attend to....
But, when I am alone, it all seems so unimportant, so uneventful,
so lonely.

I need to find and fill my life with new and good connections again.
This can't be the portrait of all my Friday nights...
Must... find... normalcy...



P.S. Sorry for the "Debbie-Downerness of this post.. I shall add new cardigan pics and laughable moments soon... Just not feelin it tonight.