I'm still working six nights a week at the hotel restaurant, and the Hillbilly Buffet continues. My sister coined that term, and she and I use it for laughs. This comes from the other servers eating the guests leftover food. This week finds me watching one of the big strapping fella I work with offering to pick up all the room service trays for us. That's always a generous offer. I call this server Jethro. He's just big and a really nice guy. He was emptying the trays, and boxing the leftovers for himself. He did eat some of it right there, but he did take some home. My trainer's table didn't finish their spinach dip, so she just took some bread from the kitchen and finished it for them. I just avoid them during these Hillbilly times. They think it's funny I don't want to join them.
I'm anticipating starting a second job orientation Monday. This is a nationwide chicken wing type place. In the meantime, I sleep til lunchtime most days. I am taking the dogs for longer walks in the evenings after work, and I half ass run a block or two. I love how that dogs look at me as, "Really? We're running?" They keep looking back at me as they trot.
Yesterday was one fo my favorite days; my niece woke me at 7am asking for scrambled eggs. We changed our minds and made french toast. She loves helping in the kitchen, especially cracking eggs. She's delighted to wash her hands and she lays everything out so she doesn't keep having to open the fridge. In restaurants, we call that mis en place. After I make breakfast for the family, I go back to sleep for a few more hours. It's glorious to sleep in a room without windows.
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