The Way I Am -- Ingrid Michaelson

I'm sick, sadly. I'm going insane!! I woke up at 9 this morning to get ready for work and felt quite crappy. I could tell my voice wasn't going to be up to par, but I was cool with it. I put on my makeup (which, due to my fair complexion is darker than my natural tone) and left. I arrived, breakfast in hand, ready to take on the morning. I was WRONG. I got in, sat in a booth to eat before I cleaned, and suddenly my body just ached. Head to toe aching. I'm PRAYING that I haven't got the flu. Ugh, that'd be HORRIBLE. *Sigh* So, we start our meeting and stupid comments are made. Everyone laughs, I just sit. Everyone noticed that my distinctive laugh was not among their own and turned to find me a puddle in the booth. My manager commented that I was a light shade of green (thought I'd covered that with the makeup!) and that I looked like crap. He wins the Sherlock Award. Anyway, everytime I'd talk, my voice was this high pitched crackly sound that was painful to produce. My head felt as though it weighed 40 lbs or so. My eyes felt swollen and icky. I was sent home. Chad(another manager) was pissed by that decision, even though w/ me on the floor, their were too many already. He also pissed me off by making a comment about *What if you were supposed to manage??* My response: Well, if I were to manage, I'd be here, doing just that. I don't have nearly as much face to face contact with customers. Nor do I have as much contact with their food as I do if I'm a server. Plus, as a manager, I'm allowed to have something to drink and snack on through out the day, as a server, it's forbidden. *sigh*


Friday I worked 3pm-9:30pm as a Supervisor. I had a lot of fun! It was rough because things kept going wrong, but I rolled up my proverbial sleeves, as well as my real ones, and jumped right in. I had several customers comment on my *service with a smile* as well as my ability to handle the problems happening around the restaurant. I had a few tables ask when I work as a server next because they want to be in my section. That made me feel SO good.

Saturday on the other hand was a different story. I started at 10am and left around 9pm. It wasn't too bad just dead with an unexpected major pop. We went from 10 tables in the whole restaurant, to no tables available for 10 minutes. All that in a matter of 30 minutes. I Was pooped to say the least. I passed out around 11 or so and woke around 9. That's when the story begins above. ;)

I just wish my head would lose some weight and the aching would leave me soon. I feel I ought to be in bed in the next few minutes.

Just a few things first.

I want to hack off all my hair. Maybe a cute little chin length bob or something. It's passed my boobs now and REALLY annoying. Especially if you consider how easily it tangles. It would be nice to get rid of that. :) I think I might in the next couple of weeks or so.

Also, I get an MRI done Thursday, of my left knee and lower lumbar/spine. I'm not excited. While MRI's don't bother me, their results do. I could possibly have a tear in my meniscus. A tear means need for surgery. Surgery means NO MONEY. No BUENO. THen again, I could be a supervisor a few times a week or the person prepping the food to go out. I'd have to be on pain meds and flexeril for inflammation, but it might work. Hmm....


Also, I need a new wallet. I've thought about creating my own using the Amy Butler squares I bought on e-bay. I just need to learn the machine of sewing first. I'm scared. LoL. I'm a loser.


So, on that self deprecating note, I bid you a dieu.

s'abelle. (Chef Michelle called me that in France)