Slowly healing.

I’m just sitting on the shower floor letting the crazy hot water hit my feet. It feels AMAZING!

My large doses of steroids and antivirals have helped a ton. The spots finally stopped Tuesday. So 6 – 7 full days of erupting spots. The itching was about gone. It’s just the healing part now. I worked tonight and don’t think I realized how damn sore my spotted feet were until my shift was over. Not cool.

Also, not cool to always be stuck with less than stellar help. Where are all the workers? I miss them. My boss has no choice but to fish out of the pond nobody really wants. We go through help like crazy. The new people she gets are slow and this is not their perfect job fit. I’ve got the lady in her 70s. Or the newest lady who’s also older. Slow. Needs instruction. I shouldn’t have to say “okay, find something on the list to do and don’t just watch me”. Really? I should just be happy someone wants to work. But honestly it’s almost worse than working alone. And I have to hear about how nobody tips this newest one good. One table left 75 cents last week. Tonight a big table left $8. (She forgot their salads until the food was done. I took out all the food for her. Got everything she forgot. Of course they only left 10%.)

Straight up – tips are based on your service. Maybe it’s you? They aren’t a guarantee or something to be expected but earned. Then she says she keeps getting single tables and that’s why. No, it isn’t. The singles leave me some of the best tips. She just kept having excuses. My tip – Work your ass off. Smile. Go faster. Make conversation with the single tables. Ask questions. Learn names. Pretend you care. Do side work so they can see you’re hustling in between waiting on them. Refills are always a must. Remember the small things. Did she listen to my tips? Nah. Doubtful. She had excuses there too.

I make good tips because honestly most of these truckers just want a friend. I know their names. Their wife and kids name. What kind of dog is in their truck. Who they drive for. What their loads are. The weird things they want with their order. And I listen to every damn story like their my only customer for that minute. A lot of our drivers are fuel haulers. I’m lucky enough to already know the lingo thanks to my marriage. But I ask questions about their day. What the line was like to load. Where they are going next. How much the price went up today. (If you’re wondering – 20 cents across the board for all regular fuel, 40 cents for diesel. Today. That ends up being thousands extra when you think how much a fuel truck hauls to a gas stations. Our fuel will be going up 30 cents tomorrow for unleaded. I got gas after work thanks to this great info.)

Maybe she’ll slowly use my advice. Maybe she’ll just keep making shitty tips and I’ll get the next great waitress. We will see.

With all the meds I’m pretty miserable. Steroids give me the worst hot flash feelings. The antivirals are disgusting. It’s been fun.

Two more days. Then I have the weekend off. Yay! Tho my boss asked me if she was in a bind if I’d work. Yeah, sure. I’ve had so many days off the last month over sickness I feel bad. But my body would be happy with rest and healing.

Even with the drug side effects I feel so much better tho. I’m realizing I was probably sick the whole time since I had covid. Seriously. My ears and stuff are soooooo much better since getting the meds. I can function again.

But now, I better sleep so I can do another fun 13 hours tomorrow.