True Friendship
Tonight I learned the true definition of friendship.
This morning I went into work due to the silliness of the managers who think that saying "I have school on Monday mornings" actually means "I would love to work Monday mornings." This communication error has been cleaned up since then, but the deal was that they would move me to Monday night after today as long as I worked this morning. Okay, fine. It worked I showed up cleaned my section, filled my sugars, swept some residual crumbs up, and joined pre-shift (our daily meeting to pass on information and what not, coincidentally before the shift starts). The way a week day usually goes is they have about 15 instead of 22 servers on the floor so each server gets 4-5 tables to take care of. Then at 3, all the morning servers are officially cut to go home and the entire floor gets split between 4-5 servers who get whoever sits in their mass of tables. We call this late lunch and usually by the time late lunch comes around most of the morning servers have already been sent to go home, starting at about 12:30 on a monday morning, or whenever it becomes clear that the pop in business is never coming. Today however, in the meeting they informed us that it was MLK day, and so everyone was going to have to wait until dinner came in at 4:45 because as it was a holiday it would be busy. The great thing about this is that it never happened. I had 4 tables and had them all full once for about 10 minutes, and even during this time two of these tables had already paid and were just talking. All of this is pretty irrelevant except that I was pretty much counting on being out of there by two at the latest when I went in so I did not get anything to eat. So, you can imagine, at 5:30 when I finally got home, I was pretty ravenous.
I walked in the door, Jared told me he had a hockey game, I grumbled and said I would go and trudged into the kitchen to find something to eat. But, if you have ever been to our apartment, you would know we have very little in the way of food, and everything on this occasion required heating up. While this isn't usually a problem, I fried our microwave in an ill-fated attempt to use the timer a week or two ago when I was up here during the break, so any kind of heating up requires a lot of effort. This revelation led to some groaning and the inevitable step of taking a shower to wash the rotten seafood smell off, and I gathered Lauren and Zayna up and we went off to Mendola's, this yummy but cheapish Italian restaurant. It wasn't until we were there and standing in the monstrous line that I realized we wouldn't have enough time to make it up to Pflugerville to see Jared's game if we stayed and ate there, and sadly I have a conscious somewhere in my psyche so I called him to make sure it was okay.
Apparently it wasn't. I don't think I have ever heard him give me a serious guilt trip and this was definitely one. He and Zach both usually give me sarcastic hell about pretty much everything, but at the end of the day they don't give a flip. I knew that Jared liked to have us at his game, and liked having his own cheering section, but I didn't think he would actually be upset if I went to eat and missed the game for it. Well he was, so the three of us left without food and treked north, making it barely in time to see the game start, grabbing burger king on the way up. It wasn't until we got there and sat down that I realized that I had flip-flops on at an icerink. Needless to say, one hour later my toes were less than happy, but Jared seemed glad to have us there.
So true friendship is leaving a yummy italian restaurant to eat Burger King and to go to a hockey game in flip-flops.
This morning I went into work due to the silliness of the managers who think that saying "I have school on Monday mornings" actually means "I would love to work Monday mornings." This communication error has been cleaned up since then, but the deal was that they would move me to Monday night after today as long as I worked this morning. Okay, fine. It worked I showed up cleaned my section, filled my sugars, swept some residual crumbs up, and joined pre-shift (our daily meeting to pass on information and what not, coincidentally before the shift starts). The way a week day usually goes is they have about 15 instead of 22 servers on the floor so each server gets 4-5 tables to take care of. Then at 3, all the morning servers are officially cut to go home and the entire floor gets split between 4-5 servers who get whoever sits in their mass of tables. We call this late lunch and usually by the time late lunch comes around most of the morning servers have already been sent to go home, starting at about 12:30 on a monday morning, or whenever it becomes clear that the pop in business is never coming. Today however, in the meeting they informed us that it was MLK day, and so everyone was going to have to wait until dinner came in at 4:45 because as it was a holiday it would be busy. The great thing about this is that it never happened. I had 4 tables and had them all full once for about 10 minutes, and even during this time two of these tables had already paid and were just talking. All of this is pretty irrelevant except that I was pretty much counting on being out of there by two at the latest when I went in so I did not get anything to eat. So, you can imagine, at 5:30 when I finally got home, I was pretty ravenous.
I walked in the door, Jared told me he had a hockey game, I grumbled and said I would go and trudged into the kitchen to find something to eat. But, if you have ever been to our apartment, you would know we have very little in the way of food, and everything on this occasion required heating up. While this isn't usually a problem, I fried our microwave in an ill-fated attempt to use the timer a week or two ago when I was up here during the break, so any kind of heating up requires a lot of effort. This revelation led to some groaning and the inevitable step of taking a shower to wash the rotten seafood smell off, and I gathered Lauren and Zayna up and we went off to Mendola's, this yummy but cheapish Italian restaurant. It wasn't until we were there and standing in the monstrous line that I realized we wouldn't have enough time to make it up to Pflugerville to see Jared's game if we stayed and ate there, and sadly I have a conscious somewhere in my psyche so I called him to make sure it was okay.
Apparently it wasn't. I don't think I have ever heard him give me a serious guilt trip and this was definitely one. He and Zach both usually give me sarcastic hell about pretty much everything, but at the end of the day they don't give a flip. I knew that Jared liked to have us at his game, and liked having his own cheering section, but I didn't think he would actually be upset if I went to eat and missed the game for it. Well he was, so the three of us left without food and treked north, making it barely in time to see the game start, grabbing burger king on the way up. It wasn't until we got there and sat down that I realized that I had flip-flops on at an icerink. Needless to say, one hour later my toes were less than happy, but Jared seemed glad to have us there.
So true friendship is leaving a yummy italian restaurant to eat Burger King and to go to a hockey game in flip-flops.