If Only

I had a wonderful day at work. It’s days like today that make my job a pleasure to work.  I wasn’t really in the mood to work, and arriving there I found myself at the coveted spot of Landlord. *eyeroll* It’s a row of 3 ( a six top, and two 4 tops) tables in the middle of a section of all booths. If the booths aren’t completely full it’s doubtful that anyone will sit in landlord, unless it’s either A. a party of five for smoking, or B. A really big party. What was worse is today the seaters weren’t even trying to seat me, they just constantly skipped me for three hours.

I finally got a table when the pop started to speed up. Then another. And another. Triple sat. I made 23 dollars off those three tables. Towards the end of that set of tables, I started hearing rumors that Angel was coming down to my tables. This is awesome freaking news!!! I fucking love her!

Angel is a regular, who drinks a lot, tips a lot more, and is fabulously gay. This section she wanted had been sat by the seaters who didn’t know how to do their job, and we were just waiting for my middle table to jump up. Monique (who’s also my manager) came up to me and asked if Angel was cool with me. Angel is some seriously Rafferty’s V.I.P. Rumor confirmed. Finally the table in the middle got up ( cheap assholes) as the crowd of eleven started gathering around the tables. They saw the gifts and decided to take off. Or they were bothered by so many gay people around them. Assholes. I gave them great service, everything was yes, of course, whatever you need. Undivided attention.

It was the best time of my life. One guy accidently humped me while passing by, and when he apoligized I said, Honey I was thinking you didn’t swing this way, but hey, I’m kinky. They were so sweet, and polite, and just awesome. It was Angel’s birthday, and you can tell she is loved. They tried and suceeded at making her feel wonderful. They invited me downtown after I got off work, but I declined with a lame excuse of being tired, going home and showering.

They didn’t care that I was straight and married, and I didn’t care that they weren’t. I seriously feel in love with all those people there tonight. If only all people thought this way. It’s all about personality. I don’t care if you black, gay, asian, straight, if your a good person, then I like you.

When they left, I was tired, craving a smoke, and just ridiculously ready to leave. But I was happy, and feeling good about my job. I love making people smile. I love spreading happiness. There’s too much sadness in this world already.

There is always someone worse off then me, I just count my blessings and smile. I love people with a positive outlook. I don’t need to be around negatively and downers. Life’s too short to hold grudges, and in doing so it only hurts yourself. If my kids learn one thing, that will be it. That and respect for everyone. I will not raise a racist child. At least I hope I won’t. The town I live in is so left and right. Kids raised here seem to be hardcore white power (booo) or they think they are ghetto black.

I got off track there for a bit. I ended up making over 60 dollars off of Angel and her friends. After tipping out the bartenders 10 bucks, and the food runner 7, I was left with 65 dollars, not bad for 4 tables. Not bad for 3 hours.

 After work I sat down with Jodi, Mike, Joe, Melanie, Jennifer V., and ate some food. Jodi asked me to take her home and back, because she left her keys at home, but her car at work. DOn’t ask, I have no clue. That was a fun little time, of Jodi playing guess the song, on my mixed cd’s.

It’s now 2am, Im tired, but still wired. I’ll sleep soon. I guess I’ve been dreading sleep lately because when I drift off my dreams are of a family, and babies, having kids. It hurts to wake up sometimes.

If only in my dreams…