My 17th of May
This time it was one of the physically hardest days I can remember, and I grew up on a farm! I was working in the steakhouse and lucky me got to work on the second floor (or first floor? If closest to the ground is the ground floor then I was working on the first floor.) This meant running up and down the stairs for 5 1/2 hour, which again means that waking up this morning my butt and thighs were in so much pain (excellent work-out)! When I saw the schedule some time ago and learned that everyone was working for 5 1/2 hour I figured that was a smart way to do it: Share the day between two shifts and everyone could get to enjoy some of the day. I thought I could go and do something fun after work, instead it was straight home to bed. I forgot that there is another thing people like doing on the 17th of May: eating out! The whole restaurant was completely full of people the entire time I was there, there were always people at the door waiting to get a table. Usually it's hectic on a Friday and Saturday night, but yesterday was the craziest days I can remember. During a normal weekend, everyone runs around like crazy for a while and then it calms down, people have their dinners or desserts and everything is under control. Yesterday things were never calm, there were always stuff to do that should have been done half an hour earlier. This might not mean much to anyone but me and Nerdine, but it was worse than four large cruiseships in one day. It was far worse that five cruiseships could have been! Luckily most guests were willing to wait an hour for their dinner. At least on the second (first?) floor there was only complaints from one table.
When the first shift could leave I felt really bad for those who were taking over. It was a complete mess! At least we who worked during the day could leave everything, but the second shift could not leave before every guest was out, something that happened about one or two hours later. The second shift had practicly nothing to do the first hours, and then they had absolutely nothing!
Anyway, I think I'm done complaining now. I was working again today and it was very few people, which was lovely after the mess yesterday. I have promised myself that next year I will not work as a waitress. Instead I will be out and enjoying myself, wearing my national costume, eat ice cream and be with friends and family. Whatever I'll do I will not run up and down stairs like a crazy person, hoping that I'll fall and break something so I can go home.
Today I'm posting a picture of the same view as in the picture in the previous post, only a slightly different angle and taken in winter. Now I'm going to spend some time looking at bad music videos and then go to bed. Even writing about yesterday gets me stressed, I just have to keep telling myself it's over! No bad people are making me bring them dinner and drinks anymore! I'm free!! Good night