I shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night. Even though I set my alarm and got three phone calls I didn’t crawl out of bed until almost 3:00 p.m. I hate when I sleep away my day off. I feel like I waste it when I do.
I work the next five days. I don’t like when I’m scheduled five days in a row. It’s tough grueling hard work and it sort of beats me down. By Sunday night I’ll be so tired that I probably won’t get out of bed Monday till 5:00 p.m. And yes, I have to work Thanksgiving. I’d work every holiday of the year to not be in Times Square New Year’s Eve. And the way the restaurant works, you have to rank the holidays so that as many people as possible can be accommodated with their requests to leave the city, or see loved ones. And since New Year’s Eve and Day are my request I have to work Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve. I also don’t mind because I don’t really have plans for the day. I suppose if I weren’t working I would have sought out plans, but I knew that I would be working so there you go.
The only thing that I’ll say about working on Thursday, is that last year every person was in the worst mood possible. They were all hateful and demanding and rude. It’s clear why people don’t like their families on holidays with the attitude I was getting. And to make matters worse they were cheap. Cheap. Cheap. I worked a double (a day shift and a night shift) and made the same amount that I make on a typical Saturday night. It sucked. It was also the last double that I ever worked. And I’ve made it abundantly clear that I’ll never work a day shift, never mind a double ever again.
Guess who came to visit me tonight. You’ll never guess. “The Director” Yes, the very one. He’s flew in to NYC tonight from Oklahoma on his way upstate for the holiday. He got to my apartment around 10:45 p.m. And what can I say. He was “The Director.” Completely over the top and loud and a little bit out of his mind. I might get my roommate to give you his opinion. After two years of hearing me describe this man, he got the pleasure of meeting him. He can let you all know whether I was exaggerating or not.
And that’s about it. I have to get to bed early tonight. Someone’s coming to fix our oven tomorrow morning. It works, but it takes forever to heat up and you never quite know what the temperature is. So hopefully, it will be fixed tomorrow so that we can start with our baking in preparation for our party.