Shift is over. Lights are off and we're saying goodbye on the street. Kiss kiss with the girls and slap punch with the guys. I'm going home. I should take the 1 California but I might cheat and take a cab. The bussers are going to see the midnight show at the Metreon - the benefits of working at a cafe and not a bar with a proper 2PM last call. The servers are going out. To the Mission, Castro and the Marina.
A few times a month some of us will rush home to the computers. Deadlines or homework or lesson plans before sleep. Different second jobs but shoehorning the work is shared.
The cooks go straight to bed. They have to open our kitchen or A16 or another joint in a few hours. Are they more focused? Sending money back to rarely seen children would focus most of us. Also, the demographics trend a bit older in our kitchen. Either way the GM never has to speak with the back of the house about being late. Front of the house, what's our excuse?
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