I looked at the schedule this morning, and, in one job or another, I was working every day but Saturday. Then one of the waiters came in and asked if I could work in the evening on that one day.
Well it ain't like I'm doing anything else. And I pretty much love this job. I'd rather be at work any day. Although I have precious little time to knit these days. I was stoked yesterday because I still had an hour of daylight when I got out. I managed to get another inch or so on my tank top that I started about a year ago. I know I could find someplace to sit and knit, but then I have to pay for the coffee, and I always end up getting a pastry of some sort, and, well, it adds up. In the debts and in the thighs. So darkness means sleep time for me. I feel like I'm nine again.
I have now waitressed every shift, and I am starting to feel confident in the front office. I still don't know a Hurricane from a Sex on the Beach, but I'll get there. I close tomorrow night, so maybe we'll get some bar action.
It's been so busy, I haven't even had a tour of the rooms yet. I've seen pictures, though, and I can assure you they are fabulous. And on Thursday I start some computer work for them.
Okay, nothing to talk about except work. That sort of bites. I've been spending my evenings hunched over maps with my flashlight, planning out day trips. I'm getting an idea for how far I can go in one day, and I am planning accordingly for when I have one day off, two, or (although I doubt this will happen) three. Oh the stories I shall tell then.
Interesting Facts: Amelia Island is the only place in the United States that eight flags have flown over! French, British, Spanish, American, Confederate, and three guys who thought they were so cool, they needed their own flag. One of them was a pirate by the name of Aubrey. Pirates were bad men. The vermin of the seas. Little rodent-like men, misogynistic, with definite issues. I should really not like pirates.
One day, if I say it often enough, that will sink in.