Are We 5?!?

So I had a tough start to my Sunday night shift. First off, I don’t think that I’ll be picking up too many more Sunday nights. Not unless someone really needs me to for a good reason. The money isn’t good enough, especially when I should be at church or something. So anyway it started with 2 women and a 10 year old kid. They didn’t like the music and it was too loud and the table was too close to the speaker. Then they all needed their own bowl of crackers for their soup. They couldn’t share. Then the one lady’s soup wasn’t full enough. It was as full as every other bowl of soup we serve. I went back and filled the bowl to the brim. I reconsidered realizing that I didn’t want to bother my manager with her yelling. So I dumped some out and brought her the bowl back. Seriously though, can’t share crackers? Go back to kindergarten! At least they left after soup. No tip but I’ll survive on not having the normal 10% that the cheap people of DC leave. I did get free mint chocolate chip ice cream from Adel in the ice cream shop. I know you don’t read this, Adel, but you rock the house.

So I still don’t know if it was supposed to be a date. Even with all the advice I got. Mostly because she never called. So we didn’t go out. I asked her about it last night. She told me that her roommate’s girl friend broke up with him. So he didn’t want to go out. Seems to me like most people would use that as a reason to go drinking but whatever. I think that she was about to ask me to do something this week but then she got interrupted. She had the chance too again later but never went back to it. I was kind of looking forward to seeing what the deal was. That and the debate to decide if it was a date. Maybe there’s still a chance.

Fishy Dreams and Dates

I’m spending too much time at the restaurant. I know that because I had a dream about it the other night. I was at the restaurant, kind of. It was supposed to be the restaurant but there were bookshelves all over like at the library. And the tables were library tables. I had no idea which tables were mine, something that happens frequently. I did know which section was David’s, another server from the restaurant. I didn’t know where he was and his customers were getting all upset but I just kept saying I don’t know where he is and I can’t help them. I also was having trouble finding the kitchen. I didn’t know where it was. So I couldn’t get anybody silverware and if I don’t have silverware then I can’t go to the tables. So I was running around looking for the kitchen and David. The whole time Valentina, another server, from Bulgaria, keeps calling, “Petco!” That’s what she and the other Bulgarian call me. I don’t know why. They called me Petel for a while, saying that it was “Peter” in Bulgarian. But I don’t know what Petco is. Anyway I did eventually find the kitchen, though I couldn’t get in because the incline up to the kitchen was too steep and my shoes were too slippery. That’s so weird. I never even had a dream about Organic.

So I’m pretty sure I was asked on a date yesterday. I’m not really sure. I was running it by my advisor on the phone this morning but we got cut off. Anyway one of the waitresses at work told me that her roommates’ birthday is this week. She asked me if I want to go get drinks with them this week. I don’t know who else would be there. I didn’t really ask follow up questions. I just said yeah, I’d go. It was starting to get a little busy and I was taken by surprise by it. And it was just before she left for the night. It could be a date. She’s supposed to call tomorrow I guess. Anyway, we’ll see what happens.