Resurrected!

I suppose it seems fitting with Easter at our backs. The secret ingredient that I’m lacking is time. It’s tough enough working two jobs, but two service industry jobs (as many of you know) makes it nye impossible to muster up enough energy and/or time for anything outside of work. I usually joke with my customers (although mostly true) that my social life is my work. I interact with people, I’m out of the house, I’m showered (most of the time) and wearing pants (always).

Most of you know that I was forced back into this industry after not so politely being laid off (twice!) from my last. I fought it, kicking and screaming, but nevertheless here we are again. I forgot what ass-kicking, back-breaking, patience-testing work this can be, but I’ll be damned if I don’t find myself falling in love with it all over again.

I was reading The Weekly Volcano recently while at work, mainly an article about what a hit the restaurant industry is taking as of late. Our economy, going to shit and all, is taking it out on the places we love the most. I’m still young enough (naïve enough?) to believe that something like this hardly affects my day-to-day life, or at least I thought I was.

This is me being affected by it. Day to freaking day.

To make a long story short, people, don’t forget the places you enjoy eating, drinking and shooting the shit at the most. We didn’t forget about you. In fact, chances are we are longing for the days when you used to send your food back 8 times because we didn’t have the correct salt to pepper ratio or that one time you had too many PBR Tall Boys and thought it would be a great idea to take your shirt off and dance around the bar. Yes, you, That Guy- we want you back with all your sloppy drunk, manner lacking, 32 cent tip leaving glory. We promise we won’t judge you as much as we used to.