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Yesterday, as I lay by the pool, studying for my evening exam of extremely weighty material for Gordon Biersch, my new place of employment, I felt an intense wave of satisfaction wash over me. I had eaten well, worked out, been productive around the house, and all before noon. I felt like I was finally getting into my groove, making progress, feeling good, and really getting this "life" thing down. I desperately needed a shower, but that's to be expected when you're taking the sun next to a pool after having run for 25 minutes.
Later that afternoon, I fell asleep on my couch and woke up fifteen minutes before my set arrival time at GB, still in desperate need of a shower. Nice one.
Fortunately, GB is less than five minutes from my house. I followed a server around, listened to her gripe, watched her misread cues from her guests, and was gently reprimanded for running hot food rather than being glued to her side. They'd rather have me standing behind her doing nothing than running hot food, but I guess that's all a part of making me better trained. And at the end, I was served no fewer than fifteen dishes to sample. I had a few bites of each and then the rest of the waitstaff came to celebrate my training by gorging on everything I didn't eat.
I got home at around 10:30, and my sweetie was already falling asleep in front of the tv. I kept him up for about half an hour, and then his eyelids were just too heavy to hold up any longer, and we went to bed.
Where he fell asleep, and I stayed awake for (what felt like) the entire night. When he left in the morning, I slept and had uncomfortable dreams of being chased by someone wanting to hurt or kill me while I ran terrified up steep, mushy hills being prepared for paving by large, menacing machinery with rapidly spinning spiked implements that were not only failing to make any efforts to avoid me, seemed to be making my escape as difficult as possible. I eventually squished one of my assailant's eyes with my thumb and then woke up. That was only one of the several disturbing dreams I had while sleeping hardly at all. With that kind of encouragement, why NOT get up at 8.30? Damn.
I've come a long way from self-satisfied yesterday to just-not-happy today. Time to roll the dice and see what else the day has in store for me.
Later that afternoon, I fell asleep on my couch and woke up fifteen minutes before my set arrival time at GB, still in desperate need of a shower. Nice one.
Fortunately, GB is less than five minutes from my house. I followed a server around, listened to her gripe, watched her misread cues from her guests, and was gently reprimanded for running hot food rather than being glued to her side. They'd rather have me standing behind her doing nothing than running hot food, but I guess that's all a part of making me better trained. And at the end, I was served no fewer than fifteen dishes to sample. I had a few bites of each and then the rest of the waitstaff came to celebrate my training by gorging on everything I didn't eat.
I got home at around 10:30, and my sweetie was already falling asleep in front of the tv. I kept him up for about half an hour, and then his eyelids were just too heavy to hold up any longer, and we went to bed.
Where he fell asleep, and I stayed awake for (what felt like) the entire night. When he left in the morning, I slept and had uncomfortable dreams of being chased by someone wanting to hurt or kill me while I ran terrified up steep, mushy hills being prepared for paving by large, menacing machinery with rapidly spinning spiked implements that were not only failing to make any efforts to avoid me, seemed to be making my escape as difficult as possible. I eventually squished one of my assailant's eyes with my thumb and then woke up. That was only one of the several disturbing dreams I had while sleeping hardly at all. With that kind of encouragement, why NOT get up at 8.30? Damn.
I've come a long way from self-satisfied yesterday to just-not-happy today. Time to roll the dice and see what else the day has in store for me.