doubled up

i left the house today a little before 10:30 this morning. i got back home a lil after 10:30-- a little more than 12 hours later.. i guess it was a long day. and i guess i'm tired. but it's a good feeling tired. because i know it's over, the day, and i don't have to go back tomorrow.
the day started off with a pretty off-putting, obnoxious table-- 3 adults, 3 children. the guy and who i think was his wife complained about their drinks being flat. he did so by telling me: yoU drink this. [emphasis on the 'you']. i calmly tell him, no problem, i'll get u another one. that was the mature side of me at work. instead, what i really wanted to tell him was: sorry sir, but i don't drink carbonated corn syrup.. i got him and his wife another glass.. still flat to their standards so she ended up getting a water. he settled though with the too-flat, caffeinated, brown, artificial beverage. whatever dood, just, why u got to be so rude?..
i got this other family-- mom, dad, and 3 kids.. the mom wouldn't let her kid get cranberry juice because it would cost 99 cents extra.. ouch. talk about feeling the economic crisis. [..did that make any sense?..]. then they specifically pull me over to order the kids desserts, even when they didn't even seem to want it. then the dad cancels it AFTer they're already made. i tried to guilt trip him a lil, informing him they were already made, cause they were, but he didn't even pause for a second: i don't care. despite my having ordered it without having even been asked, i don't want it, and i certainly don't want/shouldn't have to pay the whole $3.50 for the THREE desserts I ME MYSELF ordered. fuck me. fuck you sir.
then it was frustrating to hear this girl tell me about her schedule and how she felt about her commitments. really what was frustrating/plain-out annoying is how people use/make excuses when/because they just don't say what they're really feeling.. recently more so.. people make up excuses but then nullify it when they want to do whatever. fucku. ahem. sorry. but go fuckurself. at your earliest convenience. of course.
then i got quadruple sat. quadruple. that's never happened to me before i don't think. i handled it pretty well though, i think. maybe i was in the zone. or maybe i was just lucky. if it was the latter, though, that quickly went away. cause i then got this older couple. as i was serving them their flavored sugarfree ice teas one of the glasses tipped over. luckily it didn't splash either of them, only spilling onto the table and floor. i got things dry as quickly as possible but not to the woman's standards. she kept fussing/complaining-- there were still some drips-- literally drips-- on the pedestal of the table on the parts neither of them were sitting over mind you. i wondered how this woman lives in the city. i wondered how she deals when it simply rains for chrissake. but to make up for my err, though i am human so it may happen every now and then mind you but whatever, i eventually made it to both knees, physically under the table til the pedestal was cleaned to her standards. it was awful. i mean, it felt awful. once i got her approval and stood back up, whatever dignity i had was left under that table. i wanted to cry right then and there. i had one of those disappointed-in-self moments. it was truly a loserville moment and i couldn't do anything about it. i couldn't escape. instead i just stood there coldly and took there order. not smart, that woman. i, after all, was serving her her food. but you know, i did what i thought was the worst i could do to her. and surprisingly, it didn't have to do with tarnishing her food.. though i did think about spitting in it.. no, instead, i let them sit a while. i ignored them, not wanting to deal/face them. then i remembered they just ordered two half salads so i guess it was time to deliver. i did. then i did my check backs. but i acted as if she were not there. because to me she wasn't. or at least she didn't deserve my acknowledgement or attention that's how little she meant to me. and what's interesting is is that was the worst thing i could do to get back at her. huh. ..so how is everything, sir?... can i refill your drink, sir?.. are you interested in dessert sir?. can i get that plate out of you way, sir?. major emphasis on sir. and he got it too, i think. they both did.. good.. here's your check, sir. have a great night, sir... i ended up getting 20% from the dood. ha ha. i win... but aside from the job i do, i kinda feel sorry for the dood himself too.. married to that bitch, poor fella. pretty embarassing..
the shift then ended with me giving the stink eye to my ass of a manager who told me to go prebus one of my tables-- this after having a shift of pretty much fully bussing all of my tables.. i've been pretty frustrated with the bussers lately. i think they've gotten lazier and/or know that i bus a lot of my tables so they're taking advantage of me doing most of their work.. prolly a combination of the two.. i don't mind so much bussing my tables, i mean, if they're gonna take so long to do it-- if i wait for them to do their job i wouldn't make half the money i do prolly--.. what kills me most though is having to tip them out $15-20 at the end of every shift. ..o, thanks for chatting yer brains out and giving me attitude when i ask you to help me out or just plainly not doing anything at all. thanks. thanks so much. you make the world a better place..
i finished up at 4 so i had about 30-45 min til i was 'on' again. i took the opportunity to go to barnes, sit a lil, eat a lil, get away for a moment. and a fleeting moment it was. i went back to get me a lil caffeine in me to make it through the night. that actually made me feel a lil like a normal everyone else person.. as if i need to consume shit to fit in.. stoopid but whatever.. it actually later on did help.. dependency beware..
the second half of my day was a lil better in some regards. well, the only drawback was that my tables didn't turn whatsoever. my guests vegetated which aggravated the shit out of me, but since most of the shit in me was aggravated in the first half of the day it wasn't as bad.. the staff too was much better in the second half.. salad was fast as ever. the servers were mellow and working together-- dramafree-- whoa, i know.. the manager was happy and around to be found.. and all that was just good. so whatever. i took the night as not sitting on my ass at home. maybe i should do this more often..
the best part of my day, though, was the quick ride/break i had between shifts, and more so, the ride i had at the end of the night back home. i guess i left around 10:15 or thereabouts. most traffic had subsided by then. the air was cool and fresh but not freezing. i only had to stop once or twice for a red light. late night really is one of the best times to ride. so peaceful. ..and my dad wonders why i'm so invested or whathaveu in my bike.. it's like the one time of my day where/when i feel good.. is that too much to ask?.. is it?, i wonder.. how i dread though the freezing cold non-rideable days that are awaiting ahead..
hmmm.. i'm tired. i'm exhausted. i'm gonna sleep well tonight...