It is far too early in the morning for this body to be awake. Yes, I'm aware it's 9 a.m. I AM SO TIRED. This is how tired I am: Thursday night, I had four pints of Guinness after work. Four pints on an empty stomach may make me a bit tipsy, but I had been munching all night at work and taking extra good care of myself. So when I went to bed Thursday night, I felt a little buzzed, but far from drunk. It was like, "Hmmmm. This is nice. I think I'll go to sleep now."
I woke up yesterday morning to Greg very gently and cautiously informing me that Maddie was downstairs in the lobby and I had slept through the alarm. IT WAS 8:30. I slept a through a FULL HOUR of alarm buzzing and phone ringing. Jill the Receptionist Who Shall Henceforth Be Known As Jill the Goddess of Light and Goodness had Maddie all set up in a spare room next to the front desk, where she was happily zoning out on cartoons when I came down.
After a few hours - THREE OF THE LONGEST HOURS OF MY LIFE - Maddie finally decided she was tired, too, and we laid down on the couch for a nap. We woke up at 2:45, three hours later. Thank God I looked at the clock, or we would have missed Patsy, who was to be at our house at 3 so that I could get to work by 3:30.
I pulled myself together to get to work on time and was informed upon arriving that Superbitch would be late. "She doesn't know what time she'll be here." Great. AND THEN, putting on my apron and settling in for another night of festivities at the Palomino, I discovered a bulge in my jeans pocket, reached in to make sure I had not grown a penis overnight, and discovered Greg's car key. I had taken his car key the night before when someone needed me to move our cars, and had forgotten to give it back to him.
I would end this with a big "I AM A FUCKING LUSH AND A LOSER," except that I WASN'T DRUNK THURSDAY NIGHT. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why is my body so overly sensitive to lack of sleep? I've functioned gloriously for YEARS on sleep deprivation. Why is it all coming to an end now?
On a better note, I am relieved to know that Superbitch's days at my place of employment are numbered. Mom and Dad (otherwise known as our owners) have come up with yet another brilliant concept and are expanding one of their cafes into a full bar. Our GM will be transferring to this bar when it opens (hopefully in March), leaving H to manage the Pal. I LOVE H. I love K, too, but I LOVE H. H is a bartender. H has depended on tips for income for the last, oh, probably ten years. H understands the frustration of being recently on this side of management, and most importantly, H will not tolerate Superbitch's superpowers of superbitchy-ness. Ten bucks says that Superbitch quits or gets fired within two months of K's departure.
HELLO PEACEFUL FRIDAY NIGHTS, HELLO TABLE TEN.
I'm so gonna get dooced.
Posted by stephanie at December 4, 2004 09:50 AM