October 16, 2005

God Bless Taco Bell

God Bless Taco Bell's drive thru for being open til 4 a.m. So when I roll through on my way home from work at 3:30... Yum.

God Bless the lady who runs the window. I told her I was so glad they were open because I was just getting off work and was famished. She said that when she gets off though, nothing is open. Exept McDonalds is just opening, so she can get breakfast.

God Bless the man who makes food behind the lady who runs the window. Tonight he made all my tacos supremes with tomatoes and sour cream when I just ordered regular. The first bite was amazing. But actually, then I realized the sour cream made it heavier. And much fattier! And then I thought maybe he used so much sour cream to cover up the fact that there was less meat. (That magical meat that must be laced with something addictive.) He must be rationing 30 minutes before close- hoping he wouldn't have to make more. God Bless him anyway.

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Work was really rough tonight. I spent 20 to 30 minutes in a chest-heaving attempt to hold back a mess of tears around 8:30 or 9. And it's not only that I'm aggravated the Sox are doing better in their series than the Cards! (Go Cards!) I was closer than I ever imagined I could be to walking out. I hate it. I had to admit that every night I pretty much hate it. But tonight was not only a Sox game, but also homecoming weekend for the college about 3 blocks down- North Central. Speaking of which, this girl I grew up with showed up at my table (Gina Nonnenmann) because her fiance went to that school. It was both nice to see a familiar face, and jarring. And I made good decent money, but not awesome. Two dollars more than last night.

But God bless the new girl Cristina who was just cool tonight. When she could, she would go ahead of me and help shoulder through the crowd so they wouldn't topple my extra full tray. And the other girls who can be really nice and helpful. I mean, we HAVE to work as a team. And Leticia the busser/dishwasher from Gudalajara who only speaks Spanish and says I have to meet su mama when I go down there who cleaned up puke off of Deck 1 last night. EWW!

Good night.

Posted by kristen at October 16, 2005 04:04 AM
Comments

I hate those chest-heaving attempts. Know whatcha mean.

4 a.m.?? How late do you really work?

Posted by: Kristi at October 16, 2005 09:46 PM

I totally know what you are going through. I used to work all day at the US Capitol in DC then I would go and bartend or cocktail at night at a bar. It blew! I was getting home around 2am and having to go to work at 9:30am. Just remember that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I swear!

Posted by: Michelle at October 18, 2005 09:35 AM

On the weekends, last call is at 1:30. People get pushed out at 2. Then there's about 6 waitresses, 5 bartenders and 10 other security and barback guys who clean up for an hour or more. Hard to believe. I don't generally leave the bar until after 3.

It varies on week nights. Last call is at 12:30 instead. But often there are less people there to clean up so it takes longer.

After all that, I generally cannot fall asleep for an hour or more. Ugh.

Posted by: Kristen at October 21, 2005 04:44 PM