I Didn’t Have To Use My AK
It’s been busy around here. With Nicole gone this week, Gator and I have had to put in some extra time. I’ve had to learn a coupe things along the way: 1) ordering food and beverage, and 2) doing the money. Although we usually order booze on Thursday, I came in on Wednesday to do it. Unfortunately, I didn’t really know what to do, and I needed signed checks for when the orders came in. Luckily, Gregg, my former boss, was there to help. He showed me how to order the booze. I’m truly grateful he was there to help.
My plan was to get up at eight, so I could meet Kimi at the bar at nine-thirty to learn how to do the money. Since I became assistant to the manager and now bar manager, I like to believe that I know everything. I don’t. Kimi was hired over a year ago. She came in one day to meet some friends. I saw that she had resumes and told her to leave one with us. We were planning to open at lunch and Kimi got hired. The problem with lunch is that we don’t usually do a big business. It does lead in to a good happy hour, which doesn’t help Kimi’s bottom line. A month or so ago, Nicole taught Kimi how to do the money; and, here she was, showing up on her day off, without clocking in, to show me how to do it. I can’t thank her enough. We don’t deserve her.
After the money was done, Kimi took off to see Jimmy Buffett in San Diego. Personally, I wouldn’t watch him if he were playing on the inside of my eye lids, but to each her own. I had called Gregg about something earlier in the morning. He returned my call while we were at the bank, which I let go to voice mail. He decided to head down to the bar, and thank God he did, because orders came in that needed to be paid for. Since he is one of three people who can sign checks and two are out of state, he was a life saver. I saw that he had everything under control so I took off to my writing class. I was starving so I stopped off at Carl’s Jr. to grab a bite. I try and refrain from fast food, when I’m sober, but it is “fast” and that’s what I needed. I got to class with time to spare. There are some amazing writers in this class and incredibly brave people. One woman wrote about the night her son died which broke all of our hearts. I read my piece and got a good response, which felt great. I love all the kudos I get from my readers, but it’s nice to get it from fellow writers, too.
I got out of class at three-fifteen. My plan was to stop off at the supply store to replace my camo cargo shorts, eat a cookie, and make it to the promenade to see a four-thirty showing of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. I got the shorts and a pair of Chef’s pants for Halloween. I was originally gonna be a skunk by dying my mohawk white and putting white tape down my back. That costume just smacked of effort. I realized I had a chef’s coat from back when I took a cooking course. Since I already had the mohawk and chef’s jacket, all I needed were pants and a bandana. Done. Come Halloween I might just apply for Top Chef. I ate my cookie and hustled to the film. I parked at my gym, which alone makes it worth a hundred and thirty a month. I figure I’m paying for it, and since I haven’t been working out, I might as well use the parking lot.
The film was amazing. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s a terrific date film. I wish I would’ve brought a girl, instead of the Thai tranny I rented. You live and learn. There were only five other people in the audience and I was shocked how much the guys in front of me were conversing. They were far enough away and I’m deaf enough that I didn’t have to smoke their asses. I would definitely say that yesterday was a good day. I didn’t have to use my AK.
