The Velawesomeraptor Himself (clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself

I like Chinese... I like Chinese... they only come up to your knees...

So at the start of last night, I had the whole weekend off from work. By the end of last night, I'd been roped into taking Saturday AND Sunday's lunch shifts due to folks with personal emergencies, and my lack of life.

Lunch shifts are generally quiet, and non-money makers (I originally typed non-monkey makers there-- what would Freud say?), so I was prepared for a quiet afternoon with 2 or 3 tables in 3 hours.

No so much.

I had 17 or 18 members of the Chinese National dance group that's performing at tomorrow's Chinese New Year celebration. Two (and a half) of them actually spoke English, which wasn't a problem. Those two and a half people did all the ordering. And the lone busboy and myself ran ragged for the entire afternoon.

And then two of the three tables walked out without signing off the bills to their rooms.

So I spent the rest of my afternoon working with the hotel trying to figure out how to get everything paid for. It all worked out in the end, of course, but damn am I tired.

The kitchen staff thinks I'm cursed. Two Saturdays in a row I've worked, and they've both been crazy.

I like Chinese food... It's very very good...

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