The other bartender was on vacation, so I ended up working 13 days in a row…..so I was REALLY looking forward to two days off in a row. Yesterday was great. Sat around for a while drinking coffee…very relaxing, computer on my lap….then I went off to the gym, a little work out, a little swimming, sat in the sun for a few minutes…..strolled through the grocery store….then went and had dinner with a friend who is moving out of town. Didn’t realize how much I needed a day off.
Today started out much the same, with the coffee routine…then I was going to write a blog…..hit the gym again….then hang out at home. But all those plans came to a screeching halt, right after the coffee part.
The phone rang, it was work, let it go to voicemail. I am not working today! I need another day off! About 10 minutes go by, curiosity gets to me….what if it’s not just that someone called off a lunch shift, what if it’s something else. So I listen to the voicemail.
It seems there was a funeral luncheon today, that started out at 50 to 70 people. The restaurant got a call saying it would be larger than they thought, and there would be about 135 people. Okay, that’s a bit of an increase. And, they had an open bar, and would I come in and work the bar.
Shit! So I called back and said I would. There goes my leisurely day off, and it messes with my gym time. However, I did get a work out. Not the one I wanted, but a workout nonetheless. The bar I was going to be working, is in a downstairs banquet room, and has nothing stocked in it, except these occasions when we use it. So I had to get out everything, we’re talking liquor, wine, juice, fruit, glasses, everything. So it was up and down the stairs, a LOT of times. And when it was all over, I got to put everything back.
I hate it when work interrupts my day off.
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