One of Those Nights

Last night was just one of those nights. I was at work for all of five minutes before I realised it was going to be a weird one. Everyone was good, but tired. And tired wait staff make mistakes. They also fail to communicate. And often fail to recover. The best way to handle "one of those nights" is to step it up. So the night is going to be tough, fine, if it's going to go down one way or another then man up, cop it on the chin, and go down in a guns a-blazing glory! What you tend to do though, is to accept defeat and offer tired (read: lousy) service and get out asasp. Or you get signed off early, go home, get changed, pick up a case of bear and a bottle of port and head back to work to get the others. Then the fun really begins...
Back at work the GM has decided that a quiet night is a good chance to sort some shit out. The chef who should have left months ago decides to pull everyone else down with him and walks out instead of heading into the meeting and the proverbial camel is now a paraplegic. You of course are not exactly involved in any of this and so proceed to help with the clean up whilst watching an hour of your time vanish into the drama (probably more like two hours once you take into account the fact you dont make it to the bar in time to keep it open and have to head back into town to get pizza and the rest of the beer) From there the rest of the night is awkward conversation and drinking and bitching and then eventually just drinking and laughing about whatever else distracts us from the rest of the tripe.

*I haven't posted anything for ages in an effort to force myself to focus on the new site, which I've been doing and will have up and running soon, but I felt like writing something and I don't really care if anyone reads it or not.