I close a lot in my particular store. I have in every store I've worked in, and in different areas over the years. Whether I cooked, did dishes, or waited I've primarily worked night hours because of my regular life schedule. No, I don't consider the 25-35 hours I spend at work regular life. They just pay for my regular life.
Thursday night was one of those closing nights nobody ever wants. 5 minutes before close I get two new tables. I understand why I got both, if I have to have one, I might as well have both and send the other person home. I get to benefit from this at times as well. The first table is a couple of young women with cell phones stuck to their heads (how about getting that thing implanted?) and mouths filthier than the floor of a 24 hour porn shop. The second was a couple, that on first appearances would be a good table, but eventually became a PITA (pain in the ass).
The girls were high maintenence, rude, offensive, and loud. They had to always have their phone to their ears, though I suspect there was nobody on the other end. Excuse me ladies, but there is nobody else here for you to impress. And this is a restaurant, so please use your inside voice, nobody else cares who you think is a ho.
And the couple, they're early 40's and it's become nearly "R" rated with the amount of tongue and groping going on in that booth. I might have to sanitize the seat if you two don't get a room.
Then both tables sit. And sit. And sit. We closed at 10:00pm, and they both leave at 11:15pm. I didn't get my floors finished and my final inspection done until 11:30pm. It's a 30 minute drive home, the wife was none too pleased.
People have started to ask me how much longer I'll be at the store. It's a good question, I don't have an answer to. More nights like that, and I might move sooner than later. We'll see.
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