Oh, waiting on tables.

For all that extra emotional energy that I put into being nervous
and worried, my first night alone, wasn't so bad - I felt incredibly
terrible for my coworker though, who because of my newbness,
was trapped with an extra huge section that even the greatest of
server would have a hard time maintaining.

I always told myself that if someone "important" ever were seated
in my section, I would treat them just like everyone else; plus the
reality of things is that I don't keep up with tv media or read tabloids,
and really my only source of celebrity gossip comes out once a week
on a Thursday and is written in the local paper. So, yes, I am
ignorant when it comes to mainstream American obsessive behavior.
So, yeah, Heath Ledger's widow & child were my second table of the
night. I still find it funny that they saw it fit to allow the new girl with
no menu knowledge to wait on such a guest. They were freaking out, I
just, kinda of did my job.

Being new is lame. For many a reasons, sure; mainly because I have
the bare minimum understanding of the menu, the way the
restaurant flows, and I am asked (though it is expected) that I
give up my days off, so that I may learn... more.
Which is what happened today..
Gone for a while, are the days of lazily wasting my hours watching
dust form bunnies on my laptop. Oh, bunnies, who shall name you now?
My job, presently, has no concern for orphan dust bunnies.
Sad.

I was quite excited to get a few things done today, but the awareness of
having to stop later, makes this day feel so much shorter then it
actually is... lame. lame. lame. lame. lame.

Okay, no more complaining. At least, I have a job.
But, there is no energy presently to go off on some social rant,
I'll save that speech for the cat.