good times...and what have you
There are reasons why work is bearable and I've decided that it's only because of the people I work with.
Last night after a surprisingly busy night at the restaurant, most of the second shift serving staff decided to meet out for a drink at some place called the Red Dot, which is a pretty quaint little corner bar in my neighborhood. What started off as an innocent evening turned into one that was not.
Poor Sandy has been put out of commission for a couple weeks now and will be for several more after dislocating her knee. She was feeling a bit stir crazy last night and wanted to try and leave her house. So I went over there and put her sock on, helped her down the stairs and into my car with her crutches. The battle was not going down the stairs so much as going up. There is a small staircase at the bar we went to, but with one arm around my shoulder while I carried the crutches and the other on the railing, we made it up safely without anyone opening the door and knocking us over with it.
We had a decent group of people meet us there and everyone was excited that the gimp had made it out to the bar. Luckily she didn't take her meds that day so she could drink without getting totally messed up. After awhile the party got moved to this crazy house party at some Rumanian guy's place. I'm not really sure who knew whom, and how it was cool that we all showed up at this dude's place, but know one really cared.
The place was tiny and people were dancing to really bad music and half of them were German.
Based on the people I met though, I've decided that Germans are nice, well at least these Germans were. Super nice, despite the fact that they obviously loved bad club music. Then again, they could have been really drunk. Which I'm pretty sure they were, most of them anyway. I met three girls who were all au pairs here in Wisconsin. They were so excited when I told them that I was going to Germany to be an au pair. While I was talking to one girl named Pia, her friend stumbled into the room and she said something to Pia in German (about me moving to their homeland) and then her friend got excited about it. So I'd given out my email to a couple of them and Pia gave me hers and says she would like to hear from me.
Meanwhile Sandy and Kimberly are were getting wasted off some horrible gin and lemonade concoction that was mostly gin. I was practically sober. Jon managed to try and hook up with a mini version of Heidi Klum and then suffered (where I quote) "the biggest pair of blue balls ever!" when she was taken away by her friends after she said she was going to give him great pleasure upstairs.
So I took Kimberly back to her car only because she insisted that she could drive (which I'm not sure she should of) and had to go to work the next day. The dudes in my car, Jon and his friend whose name I don't recall, wanted to go to McDonald's. When they find out that they don't have the regular menu and that it's only breakfast, they don't want it anymore. Sandy ordered a breakfast sandwich and then after waiting forever decided she didn't want it and they wanted me to ditch out . I didn't want to. I said I'd feel bad. Jon's like "Feel bad for what? Ditching out on a $3 breakfast sandwich? It's McDonald's, a billion dollar corporation...blah blah blah" I decided I would just rather leave than catch hell about being a square. Apparently that wasn't cool either because my ditching efforts didn't include laying on the horn and whipping the finger as I drove out the exit.
The night was over at 4 am. After I dropped everyone off and helped Sandy as a human crutch up to her apartment. I'm just glad I didn't dress up last night and wear boots or something. It might have been a catastrophe.
Working at that restaurant is like being part of a community. It's still us against the man most of the time, there's drama between people a lot, but it can't be helped. However it's different than other places I've worked. I like most of these people. Hanging out aside from being at work brings a certain camaraderie or alcoholism....It's good.
Last night after a surprisingly busy night at the restaurant, most of the second shift serving staff decided to meet out for a drink at some place called the Red Dot, which is a pretty quaint little corner bar in my neighborhood. What started off as an innocent evening turned into one that was not.
Poor Sandy has been put out of commission for a couple weeks now and will be for several more after dislocating her knee. She was feeling a bit stir crazy last night and wanted to try and leave her house. So I went over there and put her sock on, helped her down the stairs and into my car with her crutches. The battle was not going down the stairs so much as going up. There is a small staircase at the bar we went to, but with one arm around my shoulder while I carried the crutches and the other on the railing, we made it up safely without anyone opening the door and knocking us over with it.
We had a decent group of people meet us there and everyone was excited that the gimp had made it out to the bar. Luckily she didn't take her meds that day so she could drink without getting totally messed up. After awhile the party got moved to this crazy house party at some Rumanian guy's place. I'm not really sure who knew whom, and how it was cool that we all showed up at this dude's place, but know one really cared.
The place was tiny and people were dancing to really bad music and half of them were German.
Based on the people I met though, I've decided that Germans are nice, well at least these Germans were. Super nice, despite the fact that they obviously loved bad club music. Then again, they could have been really drunk. Which I'm pretty sure they were, most of them anyway. I met three girls who were all au pairs here in Wisconsin. They were so excited when I told them that I was going to Germany to be an au pair. While I was talking to one girl named Pia, her friend stumbled into the room and she said something to Pia in German (about me moving to their homeland) and then her friend got excited about it. So I'd given out my email to a couple of them and Pia gave me hers and says she would like to hear from me.
Meanwhile Sandy and Kimberly are were getting wasted off some horrible gin and lemonade concoction that was mostly gin. I was practically sober. Jon managed to try and hook up with a mini version of Heidi Klum and then suffered (where I quote) "the biggest pair of blue balls ever!" when she was taken away by her friends after she said she was going to give him great pleasure upstairs.
So I took Kimberly back to her car only because she insisted that she could drive (which I'm not sure she should of) and had to go to work the next day. The dudes in my car, Jon and his friend whose name I don't recall, wanted to go to McDonald's. When they find out that they don't have the regular menu and that it's only breakfast, they don't want it anymore. Sandy ordered a breakfast sandwich and then after waiting forever decided she didn't want it and they wanted me to ditch out . I didn't want to. I said I'd feel bad. Jon's like "Feel bad for what? Ditching out on a $3 breakfast sandwich? It's McDonald's, a billion dollar corporation...blah blah blah" I decided I would just rather leave than catch hell about being a square. Apparently that wasn't cool either because my ditching efforts didn't include laying on the horn and whipping the finger as I drove out the exit.
The night was over at 4 am. After I dropped everyone off and helped Sandy as a human crutch up to her apartment. I'm just glad I didn't dress up last night and wear boots or something. It might have been a catastrophe.
Working at that restaurant is like being part of a community. It's still us against the man most of the time, there's drama between people a lot, but it can't be helped. However it's different than other places I've worked. I like most of these people. Hanging out aside from being at work brings a certain camaraderie or alcoholism....It's good.
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