Tuesday, March 02, 2004
I have coveted a pair of black Doc Marten steel-toe boots since the age of twelve. Now I am getting them via the Journey's postal service. I am excited. They cost a whole lot of money I really should not have spent just yet, so if I am even slightly dissatisfied, I shall return them. But I do not believe my new boots will disappoint.at 8:31 PM
I made four dollars busing tonight. Whoopee. Jorge (one of the main buser guys) did not appear for his shift this evening, so it was just another girl (Marie) and me busing the entire restaurant (I've never really been trained to bus, but it certainly isn't rocket science). Since this meant I had to leave Bakery, the manager on duty took over Bakery and could not attend to her duties in the kitchen, which is where she was originally scheduled. Jorge threw Fuddruckers entirely off kilter. For a Hispanic man who speaks only functional English, Jorge wields a dangerous amount of power.
I am ashamed at my behavior- $149.40 for boots! Egad!
I suppose I ought to down a capful of Nyquil and get into bed in order to reboot for opening Bakery tomorrow morning. I would not mind all this work so much if I wasn't still so dadgum congested. I've been deathly ill for three weeks now. Marie suggested I might have a sinus infection. She's a nice girl.
