Some Interesting Folks We Have Here...

I love my job. I'm just going to throw that out there. I get to spend Saturday nights with families, weekday lunches with old people, and I've been privy to a few first dates. Oh, and then there's the people I work with. That's one weird bunch of people....

First, there's the guy that the hostesses and I call 4o year old virgin. He's older than us, nerdy, and we don't like him. Just last Sunday night, I was cleaning my tables and completing my sidework when someone tells me that I have a slit in my Margarita Madness t-shirt, right over my boob. Great. I laugh, and tell my manager who promptly gets me a new shirt. But Mr. I Wear A Sweatband Under My Watch tells me, "Oh ya, I saw that over two hours ago." Then smirks and says, "You know that red, lace thing you got goin' on under that? I saw it." I turned horrified to my manager, "My bra! He's describing my BRA!" This guy and I did not hit it off well, and I don't see us getting along in the forseeable future.

Then we have my boyfriend. Only he's my boyfriend in my head. To no one else. And certainly not him. He's new, cute, and he used to be a librarian. Ya, I like the nerds. Plus, when I drop my pen on the floor, he picks it up for me. God, I'm easy.

Jerry is my work dad. We share peanut M&M's and he reprimands me when I cuss. I swear he can hear me a mile away say "shit". He reminds me to stay in college so I don't "become like him". But honestly, he is the sweetest, smartest old man ever. I could learn a thing or two from him.

Oh man, then there's fatboy. He's so lazy and he walks slow. The only time he walks fast is when he's right in my path. Fatboy always knocks into me and doesn't say he's sorry. Plus, him not taking a table yesterday put me way in the weeds. (Waiter talk for super busy).

Too tired to write about the rest of the characters. Perhaps another day.