The days are long, grueling, a short day is 12 hours, long one 14, 5 double shifts and a Saturday, we're not so busy, nowhere in Calgary is, but for three waiters we're running, lunch and dinner, the slowest Xmas in the history of the restaurant, but everywhere in Calgary is pretty much the same, this downturn in the economy, it's flattening everyone, we can't complain...
Well, we can, about 12 and 14 hours a day, about not-enough sleep and a grumpy boss and customers we hate and all the other trifles, like our complete and utter lack of lives, and we see it in each other's eyes, A*****, the civilized waiter, no relation to the Nephew, he's just hanging in by a thread, as am I, the Nephew is still Fresh off the Boat and wants to get his own place, not so much his own place, rent a house near the restaurant, rental prices are dropping every day, it would be great, we could all live together, so cheap, and he proposes this ridiculous domestic scene where we all curl up together, housemates with a single giant bed and TV, watching Netflix...
But we have some pretty good customers as well, who double and triple the tips before Xmas, ensuring we're lucratively rewarded for our lack of sleep, but fuck, I'd throw it all in in a heartbeat for a good nights sleep and day off...
Only 7 days to go...