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March 8th, 2025.
It’s been a rough start to my ‘week’…
I place quotation marks around ‘week’ because I start work on Fridays, not Mondays.
If you’ve read my previous entries, you know I work as a bartender/server, and the majority of the work is, of course, done on the weekends.
When everyone who works a 9-to-5 wants to welcome the weekend and relax.
I very much enjoy my job. It’s fulfilling in its own way, pays all my bills, which is the whole point of it, and then a little more.
However, my job becomes pretty rough when I’m sick, and unfortunately, I’ve come down with a cold that’s making me feel like my world is ending.
I’m exaggerating, of course. My cold is not that bad; I just don’t handle being sick and work well.
Who does?
And as the saying goes, when it rains, it pours. Last night, we were not only out one server but also the only bartender scheduled to work on Fridays, so I had to step in and not only come in earlier but also do both (serve and bartend) at the same time.
Thankfully, the dinner rush was not as bad as it could have been, and we were able to make things work with just two servers.
