Things proceed at the restaurant. I don't want to say they're bad, because they're not. But it's 9 to 5 desk work, and it's slowly chipping away at my soul bit by bit. Some of the people I'm dealing with are wonderful, funny and really nice, but too many are really really really needy. Almost to the point of obsessiveness. I had one woman almost angry that I wasn't going to be there for the start of her dinner event. When she said why, I replied, "Your event starts at 6:30. I finish work at 5:00 today. Since this is day four of an eight day work week for me, and two of those days are going to be fourteen hour days, I'd rather not be here unless it's absolutely necessary. Your event is in our banquet captain's capable hands, she's been doing this job for nearly fourteen years, and she taught ME everything I know. So no. I won't be there tonight."
And when I said no further complaining... I meant complaining ABOUT furthers. Just sayin.
On the up side, I actually really do enjoy hanging out with our Chef, and my Boss all day. They're good guys, and we laugh alot, when I'm not on the phone with someone needy (then THEY'RE just laughing, and pointing).
Last night I actually WENT to a holiday party, instead of running one. It was with the puppet folks, which was just awesome. Pictures:
It was a really good time. Someone left the Yankee Swap with an iPod Nano, someone else with a DVD player. I left with a stinky candle. :) But still. YAY PARTY!!
But the important announcement of the evening was that next year's holiday show will be:
Because of all the work time, I've had to do ALL of my Christmas shopping on line. I've really used the living hell out of my Amazon Prime membership. Cripes, six 2 day boxes delivered to the house today alone.
There's been alot of editing on the Buffy Front, although most of it ISN'T by me right now (surprise!). They put out the music that we recorded for the Christmas Episode as mp3's today. I did this really really creepy version of Oh Come, Oh Come, Emanuel in Latin. The uncreepy version can be heard here, but beware-- my Latin pronunciation will likely offend most scholars and quite a few non-scholars. It starts off a little rough, but I'm happy with the end product. And if you listen REALLY closely at the end, you can hear the front door squeak open as Turk and Carla came home from shopping. So that's my contribution to the holiday music scene for this year.
Okay, I think it's time for bed.
Ho Ho Zzzzzzzzzzzzz