It's a party

It's a party and everyone's invited. Just not me. From appearances only, it seems I am having a good time going from table to table, talking and laughing (mostly). People don't seem to realize though, it's work. A friend in the design business commented this week, well, at least you're having a constant party. I'm not. It's a job. What they can't see is that the ice machine is broken, the vent over the stove is clogged, the convection in the oven isn't working, the cooler's down, the walk in cooler is frosted up. The list goes on. They also don't see that there's a french fry on the floor that's going to get stepped on and there's no busser around (probably out in the alley smoking, is my guess) to pick it up before it gets ground into the carpeting so I will have to do it. I'm also seeing that someone is looking for their waiter (in the server room texting someone making plans for later that evening) and that there are 3 people at the door and there's no hostess. Unfortunately, when this kind of thing is happening, my family and friends get short shrift. I have no problem being distracted when I'm with them. When it's a customer though, they get my full attention. Hey, it why we have family and friends.

Here's a few of my friends having fun without me.