9 shifts completed in as many days. Tomorrow, actually later today, I finish the streak. I'd complain but my GM is spending her day off opening the newest restaurant in the group up in Napa. No thanks. I'll take our room with my normal busser and normal server. Change is for those working 40 hours a week.
I'm not sure there's much to learn from these marathon work stretches. It's a constant rush from bed to laundry to work to dry cleaning to work to the post office to bed. The email inbox overloads, loved ones are ignored, and you unwittingly earn the approval of the Central Americans in the kitchen. Mucho trabajo, they say as we slap, punch goodnight.
Tonight I went to retrieve a steak for B3 and found Juanito sound asleep on a milk carton. He wasn't slacking, it was his break. But two hours later, as he was leaving and I was closing up, we said our goodbyes:
"Manana?"
No, senor. Hasta el viernes.
"No trabajo manana?"
Si, senor. A16.
And then I remembered, he works two full time jobs, every week. No blog posts for Juanito. Not enough time.
Overheard
"What did you do on Sunday?" NBBM
"I took my shirt off." D sums up his Pride experience and explains his sunburn.
"I can bartend, I can work construction...(no response from the pretty girl to his left), yeah, I can do manual labor." Customer flaming out in front of the previously interested girl. Should have told her he was a producer.
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