Tonight was horrifically busy. Crazy busy. I sold higher numbers than I ever have, would have made more money than I ever have, but somewhere I got agitated, and slowly the threads of my section slipped from my fingers. I made great tips and had good people but people kept touching me, poking me, mobbing me, I was kind, polite and then firm and then a total bitch to establish order. Order established everything went well.
I had a walk out, then a lost credit card slip, then I separated an 8 top of favorite regulars improperly. I refuse to just move stuff around and hope for the best, but that left me hanging. People ordered drinks and disappeared. Exhausted I closed them out, notated a few as spills.
I walked with less than half of what I should have. And I spilled an entire tray held over my head of vodka cocktails all over myself after someone refused to heed my impending approach warnings and bumped into me.
Oh well. I know how to run things better next time. And it doesn’t matter how I feel because my friends made me smile.
AND EIFFEL IS GONE! QUIT! YESS!!!!!!!
I repeat that….
EIFFEL IS GONE!
Guess who is bartending on the weekends now………………..?
karma is a bitch.
Love to you all….